My World Just Isn’t Right without You

My World Just Isn’t Right without You[1]

My world just isn’t right without you.

The same sun doesn’t light my days, only a pale simulacrum.  The evening stars no longer gleam, even when they’re shining.

The flowers no longer bloom, their fragrance just another odor.  And colors?  I can barely hear their echoes, except, of course, for the shadows of lilacs and purples.

The warm zephyr’s gone and in its place a chill wind blows sad clouds away.  But even so, if you were here, I wouldn’t care at all.

My world just isn’t right without you.


[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved

 

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