The lake didn’t seem as blue today.
The skies were not nearly as clear.
The sun didn’t shine down its warmth on me,
Because you were not here.

I used to be content to sit for hours,
With your pens and your paints and your oils.
When I watched you work in your crafts I’d be lost,
In your galaxies, palaces, and oceans.

Now all I feel I can do is sit,
And remember the days that have passed.
I’ll hold fast to the memories I find so dear,
Until your back by my side at last.

-Taylor Glenn Pritchard

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