A Sound

A Sound and I am There
The room is Dark but I am Aware
I see your Form, the shadow of your Being
I feel your presents, yet I am unseen
I listen to your breathing and watch the stillness of your form
I long to be near you but dare not move.
You are so near, yet farther away then you realize.
The sound has gone
If it was ever there at all
I close my eyes and you are gone too
I sleep
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by John Wolff.

 

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