Words by Kevin Danson
The longing of a recent widow.
A girl without her boy.
A dog strays from its best friend,
seeking with hope, and certain vain.
From a baby’s first suckle; an object of
requirement and frequency.
A sudden aroma—sunshine
Enters before the moment passes
Yet it lingers in sight of our mind’s eye–
Decaying house, deserted fields
Departures, arrivals; welcome, farewell
Nervous touching, nervous laughter
a tear, a cry, some hiccups
Missed you. Missing you. Miss you.
Kevin Danson is an English Literature student at MMU who likes to share his ramblings. Follow him on Twitter @pebbleddash.