do I miss her laughing voice
yes
my heart cries out
straining to hear her call in the silence
do I miss the rose petal scent of her softness
yes
each breath aching to know her once more
do I miss the way she tossed her hair
her playful smile that said
I’m beautiful
do I miss her reaching out
to take my hand
to dance with me
in blissful oneness
yes
with every heartbeat
but mostly
I miss her whispering
lips kissing mine
mio
tio stib
“straining to hear her call,” the tyranny of personal loss so well described!
Yes, thank you.
So beautifully written.
Thank you.
Life’s vacuum is evident without one’s lover.