When I am with you

I see only blue skies,

hear only windchimes and violins

 

When you are here

I worry about neither past or future, 

doubting nothing 

 

                                                                                     Yet 

 

When there are mornings without you 

I stare at blank ceilings or 

watch TV with the sound off

 

When you are away

I imagine tragedy, 

fearing the worst 

 

Having the most to gain, 

I have also

the most to lose.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



title from Edna

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