Finding Peace

As I sit in my checkered red shirt that I took from my boyfriend when I was a teenager,

My hand lifts high, an empty glass ahead.

Across the table, a glass remains,

A silent story, it sustains.

The window overlooks a busy street,

Where life rushes by, at a hurried beat.

I gaze out, with thoughtful eyes,

Where is he? Where could he be now?

Lost in a moment, beneath the skies searching for him that brings peace in my heart.

The light shines in, a soft embrace,

Casting shadows on my tranquil face.

I see him no where.

It was me and the space .

A peaceful space, where worries cease,

A moment of stillness, finding peace.

Finding Peace

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