The Thoughts of an Image Writer by Kimberly Johnson - HTML preview

Being Apart

The day was gray,

The night was black.

The sun was hidden,

The moon was gone.

It was a dreary day,

And worse at night.

But we made it through,

The roughest part.

I was thinking of you,

But could do nothing at all.

Because you were locked away,

And I was the one that was free.

Someday soon,

We will be together.

But until that day,

I will be full of gloom.

Kimberly Johnson

2-15-00