Sometimes
by joanie
Posted: Monday, July 5, 2004 Word Count: 50 |
Sometimes
my hand stretched out across
the miles can calm your troubled heart.
Sometimes
I touch your hair, your face,
and feel your warmth on empty hands.
Sometimes
engulfed in loneliness
I close my eyes and there you are.
Sometimes
reality kicks in -
I just sit quietly and weep.
my hand stretched out across
the miles can calm your troubled heart.
Sometimes
I touch your hair, your face,
and feel your warmth on empty hands.
Sometimes
engulfed in loneliness
I close my eyes and there you are.
Sometimes
reality kicks in -
I just sit quietly and weep.