Still Here

Opulus I look fondly 

Lay my head in your lap

Peddle me your sincerity 

Brush my hair lightly

And say you’re right here

A cold hart at the end of its life

Races through the snow

Barren and without food 

I could not relate, feed my soul

You’re always right here 

Linger on and in between

Tingle in my thumb spreads until my whole hand’s numb

I can’t feel the sensation of your index resting in the middle of my palm

Like I used to. 

Small circles as you walk around me

Because you’re always right here

I have to confess that I’m not doing the best 

I’ll always love who I loved 

So I’ll just continue 

Waiting right here 

© The Sad Owl