Day by day,
Night by night,
I’d never let,
Him out of sight.
Creep out of bed,
Open the door,
Just see him,
There once more.
Back to bed,
And off to sleep,
But in my dream,
I weep and weep.
I wake up fast,
And run next door,
The bed is vacant,
He’s gone once more.
I take a seat,
And smell the air,
Physically gone,
But spiritually there.
You are making great progress in poem writing in comparison with your old poems. Congrats! I also sense the change of your life. I do wish that poets should be lucky at all aspects.