Sometimes
it’s hard to articulate
On the tip of my mind
like this itch on my back
just out of reach
If my sweetheart were here
with me now
this would be no issue at all
Oh that will be a blessed day
I will do all I can
to make it never end
I gather my strength
my reason
my patience
All I can muster
I look for a tool
anything that will do the job
scratch that itch
the brush she left with me
feels like heaven
Looking through to the other side
seems so much easier now
just sixty two more days
Blessed…
m(___)m
