I Miss Her Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

At times I am fine,

But then I would open my journal
And come across something
That would remind me
Of the intensity of the feelings
I had developed for her.

Knowing how dramatic I am,
I have a journal
Full of reflections on our times.

Journal entries describing
How brilliantly the sun shone
When we walked one evening
To have Caribbean food.

An entry that captures the breeze
That blew as we sat by the lake
And watched the sun set,
with cups of coffee in our hands
And indescribable smiles on our faces.

Or my favorite,
A painting that spreads over two pages
For each time that she took my breath away
With her kindness, compassion and intellect.

I miss her deeply,
Miss that smile that could only be
Compared to the blinding sun.

I miss that feeling of importance
When she would offload the troubles
Of her day onto my shoulders,
And we would pray about it.

I miss those moments
When she would tease me
For being too uptight and old fashioned.

I miss the mischievous smile on her face
Whenever I would tell her a story
That began with, 'Back in the days of my youth....'.

I miss walking her home
After we had seen a musical performance.

I miss her modesty
Whenever I would compliment her singing.
And oh that voice,
That sounds like the trumpets of the angels.

Oh boy! I knew I liked her a lot,
But I now realize that I was hopelessly in love.

I am.


I can only hope that someday I will recover
And get over these intense feelings I have for her.