Clouds of blues cavern me
Staring tearfully on the chimney
“Am I crying? ” asking whimsically
Believing not but questionably
There is something deplete
Inside this heart of incomposite
Undeniably doubtful about it
Walking like dead and is incomplete
I reached the house of doors
Doors of my lost memories and lore
I sought the reason of this loneliness
Is the piece of wanting his presence.
Now, I found the real main
It took my bliss, injected the pain
I waited for so long, I grabbed my pen
And I wrote, “Can I see him, again? ”
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-104/
