Lonely darkness
creeps inside
my
thoughts
about memories
about us
(still) together.
My hand reached out
for
all that is
right
to write
to you,
but I forbid myself
to do so
more times a day
than
breathing.
I needed you
more
than my naive soul
could admit
and spoke about it
less
than my heart
could allow me.
I miss
being an angel.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Beautifully written.
Thanks, dear..
Just…wow. I feel all that you do