BoomerGirl Diary

Beneath a half moon on an autumn night, I step outside in the chilly night air.

And at once, my thoughts turn to you.

As I walk down the slope, my eyes wander to a place where you called out my name, standing alone in the pouring rain. Then I plumb the depths as my armor gives way to a cloak of loneliness, longing for your company, and I know why my heart cries.

I drive down the road past the place where you lived. The stark sight of the window you waved to me from pierces my heart like a shard of glass, and I know why my heart cries.

And oh how I miss you walking around the corner wearing a boyish grin, your black eyes shining, stopping by for a visit, knocking on my door.

In your absence, I am ever mindful of your presence, for your light shines down on us, steadfast and ever present like a thousand points of light.