Without him
I am a hollow hovel
Vivacious offspring become disconsolate orphans
The fire place stare and blinks cold ashes
The pots uncannily yawn and gaped stupor
Spirited summer mornings become sluggish winter nights
Florican's afternoon become desolate Kalahari
Peaceful sleep steals away nightmares abound
Without him
I'm incomplete
He is the last piece that fix my puzzle complete
The best half of me
©innahm
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