The meaning is
sometimes lost,
when the clouds
become a darker
shade of grey.

The conversation
has become less
and less.
Is it because,
there is nothing
left to say.

With hope
in my heart,
that “those clouds
will clear one day.”

When will that be?
When will we see.
A new time
for us just,
to talk.

So as life
moves on
and each day
is done.

I pray that
some connection,
will soon be
returned.

So i take
a deep breath,
as i retake the test.
Praying,
that all the
grey clouds
will clear.

Allowing
a friendship
renewed,
with new
moments
to view.

So with hope
in my heart,
i think
a new start.
Can help
any grey clouds
to clear.

(22/04/24)





















© Josephine Daniels.