Dedicated to Francois Mans
Written by Adalaina Ekermans ©
Come through that door, baby, I'll be waiting,
I'll always be waiting,
And when you do, show me exactly
How much you love me and miss me.
In shadows I linger, yearning, aching,
Beneath the weight of time's cruel touch,
Each moment apart a searing pain,
A void that cannot be filled.
Your absence, a deep, endless abyss,
Aching in my bones, in my very soul,
I count the seconds, the minutes, the hours,
Longing for the warmth of your embrace.
As the echoes of your footsteps fade,
Loneliness creeps in, a silent predator,
Aching to be held, to be seen, to be loved,
Yet only darkness and silence respond.
Come through that door, baby, I'll be waiting,
I'll always be waiting,
And when you do, show me exactly
How much you love me and miss me.
The world outside grows cold and lonely,
Without your presence by my side,
Each passing day a whispered reminder
Of the love we share, but is lost in time.
I watch the door with hopeful eyes,
Yearning for your return like a forgotten melody,
But all I hear is the haunting silence,
Echoing the emptiness within.
Do you feel the ache in my waiting heart?
Do you sense the void that only you can fill?
Every moment without you is a lifetime,
A vast expanse of longing and despair.
Come through that door, baby, I'll be waiting,
I'll always be waiting,
And when you do, show me exactly
How much you love me and miss me.
Let your presence wash over me like a soothing balm,
Heal the wounds of separation, mend the broken pieces,
For in your embrace, I find solace and redemption,
A love that transcends the boundaries of time and space.
Come through that door, my love, and let our souls entwine,
In a dance of reunion, a symphony of love rediscovered,
For in your arms, I find my home, my refuge,
And in your eyes, I see the reflection of my truest self.
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Three Sides To My Story
PoetryQuote : AJEkermans 2010 "if we can rather master the selfless act of placing a higher value on another person for them as a whole and not what they have and can only provide us with pieces and parts of themselves they can never get back. We would be...
