Just For You Poetry

In the early hours
of the morning, my love,
I am tracing you from memory.
Sharing, once again,
other early mornings;
other laughing moments.
Attempting to
gain perspective.
Hearing that time erases.
I know it does not.
I am seeing you again, my love,
in my daydreams.
I collect pockets of hope
and contribute them
to my understanding.
In the early hours
of my depression, my love,
I am touching you again.
Feeling your splendid smiles
as they wash over me.
In these early hours of alertness
when I can
best
reach into myself for you.
I hear again the tomorrows
that we promised to love.
Now, the morning is upon me
and I am solitary.
I
weep,
but
where
are
the
tears?

Early mornings are often a time for reflection and especially of loved ones and precious moments spent with them. No tears but the emotions are there..

A lovely write and welcome to our site dear friend..

Romantic yet filled with sad reflection - a very appealing read Chris. So pleased you are posting here on Just For You Poetry.

A lovely and a reflective write

Very beautiful. I love the ending, because that feeling is familiar to me.