Tears at days end


I close my eyes,

lean on your phantom shoulder,

where comfort lives.

Your shoulder embraces my tears,

welcomes their silent fall,

into the waters of your soul

where they can do the most good.

You cup my cheek and speak murmur

the language built for warriors in the field

who need that taste upon their skin.

A taste like love, that gives them peace,

so they can rise and try once more.

You are my shield, my armor,

my hearts safe place.

I am ever thankful for you.

You make my work possible,

just by being there when it is done

for the day.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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