Our first kiss
Missing
Our first dance together
Missing
Holding your hand as we walk down the street
Missing
Talking up all night
Missing
Falling asleep in your arms
Missing
Meeting dawn together
Missing
Your laughter and cry
Missing
The sound of your voice
Missing
Your touch
Missing
Your Presence
Missing
...
Empty and cold, missing..
Why are you missing from my life?
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Night
PoetryTreasures of sadness written after dark, because my spark of inspiration shines brightest at night
