MJ Donnery

On that fateful morningI sat on a wooden benchBeneath a fading tree…And whispered your name to an open skyReleasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirledHigh and freeDisappearing into the…

Windy morning, rustling leavesYou reach for my hand and place it inside the warmth of your gloveFor a moment, I feel you hesitateAnd I, suddenly afraidRemember that you do not…

Somehow I always felt you closeSensed a truth, a knowingLike a knotUnraveling in the dark indentationsOf my lonely selfAre you there… bashful soul?What is this sighThat yearns beneath my breathThat…

For a moment, I thought I caught somethingIn the way you glanced overIn the way you caught my eye as if in a sudden flash of recognition…at least I think…

The first sign of winterWas when you leaned over to kiss meI didn’t know you thenAnd little did I knowThat I never would© MJ Donnery

In my loneliest daysI used to dream of cloudsI would walk through themAs they billowed and grazed the groundNight after nightThey would come back for me to seeAs they swept…

Free

On that fateful morningI sat on a wooden benchBeneath a fading tree…And whispered your name to an open skyReleasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirledHigh and freeDisappearing into the November wind. ©MJ Donnery

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