In a time when selfishness was rife, We promised to be friends for life.
Many, many years ago, when Teddy was much younger than today...
...and we strain our eyes to see some more, always looking—and counting, counting...
But he left me standing there alone, for he knows not how to wait.
My love has been away a long, long time, And it looks like he’ll be gone much longer still.
Sunny Sunday afternoon— perfect time to sway in the hammock, staring blankly into the foliage that towers above me and dances to the music of my mind....
Time moves far too slowly. Oh, how much I miss you!
What is longing? A restless hankering, or a cheerful expectation? It's all how you look at it.
Another preview of this week's poetry challenge form: Sonnetina Cinque.
The longing breeds discontent and ingratitude within me.