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