Thrust in a barren wasteland
hearkening not to the resounding hum of the cello
for even the Stargazer’s striking blooms
failed to upheave my somber mood

The biting cold of the night
making my solitude so hard without you
for the icy frost seeping into my bones
bit by bit consumed my woeful soul

I wish for lady luck
to smile on me again
breathing in your scent
while you are holding me tight
©Winnie, Musings

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Eunoia prompts February 2020

Prompt #3: So hard without you