Wistful Bereft Spirit
Memories, some fresh, some not invade my thoughts today being held within your arms, you promising to stay Remembering each tingle each whisper on my skin spoken words, so tenderly all lies, to my chagrin. Betrayal stings, wounds the heart nostalgic days are tough Wistful, bereft spirit sighs, my love was not enough Kristina M. Hooper 8/02/2022