gone each day
is just like the
day before. nothing
new under the sun or moon
or stars that you hung just for me
you put the colors in the rainbow
then took them with you to the other side.
I know you can’t come back, even for me.
But when it’s my time, will you come
for me? It has to be you.
There is nothing for me here
men are all the same with
one thing in common:
they are not you.
there is no