The chill of winter holds tight
Accompanied by the savage wind.
The palled sun gives no warmth.
Does it light your way?
The distant hills bear
No sign of your trek.
My heart clutches thinking
Of the dangers you face.
Are you still there
My Beloved?
I scan the distance
As I always do.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Distance. Be sure to check out the fun on her blog HERE.
My mind and body are looking for solace. I lie on those crisp white sheets. My mind drifts to thoughts of you and I smile.
You are never far from my thoughts. Your whispers of love on the phone are reassuring but little compensation for the touch of your lips.
I look at the stars through the bedroom window. I try to picture you across the miles.
I close my eyes. Your face drifts into view. I smell your skin and feel your fingertips on my cheek.
As sleep carries me away, I feel your lips on my brow and your whispered “goodnight love”.
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