Golden hair
Bright eyes
Longing for him
Dreaming
Wishing
Whispers to him
Photo please
Oh.
Whoa.
He?
He.
He!
No.
No!
Dreams die.
Wishing wanes.
Eyes cry.
.
.
.
I created the first draft of this on the whiteboard as a free verse sample for my creative writing class. Some of them are *really* afraid of poetry!
Shawn L. Bird 
My condolences, once more.
I’m getting tired of grief. 😦