To Life Poem by duke perry abrokwa

It's being days
Weeks, months
Perhaps, years

Not having you warm up my floors
Perhaps me warming up your bed.
I miss the sense of having you closer

It's like;
We together yet apart
The same house
Yet different rooms
Same car different seats

I really miss your touch, warm hugs
Miss when we both cry on the violent on the highway
Your none stop seazing breath close to me
Holding your hands on the streets of Colorado

Now it feels like the winter winds is screaming at me
The frozen floors, cold to the bone
The summer sun beats mercilessly
Without your shadow to shade me

Yeah...
All the elements of mother earth
Ready to swallow me
And all my heart can do is
scream your name
I am trying to reach out

Help Blessing

Yet all I know is
your heartbeat
That sang to me
Sounds less louder
and it's breaking me.