A Lover’s Prayer
A Poem

She picks yellow roses from the bushes in our backyard. I listen to the chatter of sparrows and hope that tomorrow will bring her back into my arms. A white butterfly flutters nearby and I take another sip of wine. Some days I spend the afternoon watching her ghost weed the garden and tend to her flowers. Some nights I pray that God will take me home to heaven so that I might hold her in my arms and watch the sunset forever.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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