My Gone Sara

Another night is upon me.
I shall spend it by my fireplace
Sobbing silent memories.
I shall spend it missing,
Indeed totally wishing
You were here by me
Cuddled up quite cozy.
The warm glow would sparkle your eyes,
And your heart touching mine would silence my sighs.
With wine glasses in hand like so long ago
We would share our warmth as the sky drops fresh winter snow.

Anthony Jackson
12-25-99 1:40pm