Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 21, 2014

The Missing~by Rikki Bertrand


 

 

The Missing

Not a minute passes in mist of days
That I do not envision you here.
For every second that you are away,
I shed a single tear.

I am starving and must be fed,
From the depths of your heart.
I so need you here with me,
Yet we are so far, far apart.

I close my eyes and I see your face,
I feel the need for your embrace.
Eyes wide open my visions clear,
Of you, there is no trace.

But I dream of you all day long,
And all through the night.
Of you and me together again,
Under the moon lit night.

Not a minute passes in the mist of night,
That I do not envision you here.
Every second that you are away.
Thoughts of losing you I fear.

©Rik Bertrand (NOV 2014 #29) the missing hurts the most……….


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