Husky

For now, you are gone (or so it feels) and so are my eye's All I ask, is for one occasion in this life Where I can bless your ear's with my explanation Written words for me this far have been unkind they have failed me Constant mistakes from a passionate and misunderstood soul Possibly unaware, you drift on  A gentle, beautiful breeze It whisks you away on a whim of your own discomfort You alone FEEL what you know is true However, so do I A private, lonely mind and one simple, needed and wanted communication It has been denied (as you feel) If only I could talk, questions that would taste rich with honesty, feeling and amusement Say anything, anything and it will be greeted with a perfected calm. An honest response would ease (I know it would) and illuminate your kind nature A nature, existence, person, communication My mind and eye's truly, deeply miss...