in the dead of the night by J.J. Campbell

i never get used to
the longing

the ache

the desire for just
a touch

a glance, a fading
smile in the dead
of the night

where a hello would
get me through days
on end

i put flowers on her
grave each week

yellow roses

with a little poem to
get lost in the wind



J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Yellow Mama, Chiron Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Under The Bleachers, Synchronized Chaos and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him daily on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)