The yellowish orb floats in the charcoal grey sky
It lies so low and close one can almost spy the scurrying mythical mice kicking up the powdery golden dust
The earth on its endless journey has revolved once again
A claw of icy air scrapes against my thin porcelain skin, leaving no trace of its grazing, stinging attack
Like the invisible gashes that crisscross my heart
Bloodless lacerations that never completely heal
Tonight I am missing Him
But like the moon transverses the sky
This too shall pass
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What will pass? The part where she misses him?
Thank you for asking. Yes, the pain, as all things, will pass
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I am honored and grateful. Thank you.
i hope the missing him never passes but is replaced by his strong arms wrapped around me protecting and loving me.
If he is present n your life, then yes. If he is a memory, as is mine, the missing Him moment will surely move on, as it should.