Without You.

It’s midnight without you
Summer came without you
Rains fell without you
For a while, I felt blue
I used to wonder
If I would grow asunder
A few times I drowned apple cider
But the pen was tender
And so my lungs did not flop,
My mind did not stop,
My kidneys did not drop,
My legs did not give up,
You were not my end
Like I feared. 
    -By Ruth C. Odikaesieme. ©

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