Nicole Johnson

I woke up this morning to the sound of crying.
I bolted upright to the sound of silence.
I’ve lost you again as if you were suddenly misplaced and not in heaven.
The thought of your fragile fingers curled around mine brings me comfort.
What kind of woman am I?
Crazed with thoughts of someone I’ve never met
I want to be where you are, high, high in the sky among the stars.
I envision you somewhere up there smiling.
I’ve gotten as far into my dreams and I could smell you.
That strong sour milk and I cry a little, but only for a little while.
I miss you my sweet child.