I miss the synchronized rhythm of your hips
I miss kissing the inside of your thighs
I miss looking deeply into your blue eyes
I miss all our stupid conversations , everything that was said
I miss the fact you no longer share our bed
I miss how you’d hold me real tight
I miss making love to you in the middle of the night
I miss the softness of your breast’s in the palm of my hands
I miss how you get me , when no one else understands
I miss , I miss
I miss you…
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.
All rights reserved.
so heartbreaking. time is the only devilish cure for this, and it mocks us.
LikeLike
So , so true and which is complicated by the fact separation described in the poem is not one of choice but circumstances which makes the mockery even worse. ( No doubt to explained in a future poem) Finn
LikeLike