Whip-poor-will
In the deepest part of the night I awake,
reaching for you, but the bed is empty.
The sheets are cold to the touch.
I hug your pillow, inhaling your faint scent.
It's not enough to bring you back.
The whip-poor-will calls out for his mate.
I cry for you.
© annettealaine-2012
Keywords:
I'm digesting the changes in my life, and sometimes it gives me heartburn.”
About Annette
I grew up with five siblings in a working class neighborhood outside Washington, D.C. I have been writing or telling stories in some form or another for many years. As my old life was dismantled, I found journal writing and later blogging to be the release I...
Connections
Causes Annette Talbert Supports
Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, RIF (Reading is Fundamental),
Hands On Foundation, Dignity U Wear, Girls, Inc.
Annette’s Favorite Books
To Kill a Mockingbird, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Jane Eyre, The Story of Seabiscuit, The Diaries of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Among Schoolchildren, Narnia Series...
love it! m
love it! m
Touching
awake in deep night
scent of an absent lover
whip-poor-will's lament