The Maim

The wintertime is here,

Woefully you are not here.....

Bussing the cup of cappuccino l watched the sunset,

With a bliss of solitude and photoset......

The acute blue sky gave me the reminiscence of his eye colour,

And my fanatical intuition begar to blear...

The undulating breeze cracked my ribs,

It somehow felt like a prototypical fib...

Oh, l threw a hissy fit,

But you are not here to calm me and have a seat...

Tears kept on being in a state of turbulence,

And I kept on resuscitating the memories of togetherness.