a poem by Phillip Joseph Hussey, UK

Outside the winds howl
To the tune of the trees
The spectre of darkness
Shrouds the quiet room
Here I lie my mind is still
Yet it’s filled with light
Of my imagination
Staring at the dark my
Eyes at nothing sees
Just you’re smiling face
There deep in my mind
It’s my latest habit
My thoughts are so deep
In reality of your absence
The pictures steadily unwind
As clear as the day
Suddenly my cheek tingles
I raise my hand to feel
A tear falls to the pillow
No sound it makes

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