I Needed My Man Poem by Tea Kawana

I could not stand it,
It slowly bloated horribly,
It was unbearable,
I cried.
I needed him,
Not only in sight,
But to exchange words with,
To touch him, to hold his hand,
To look him in those pretty eyes.
With my left hand on his back,
And my right, fitting his strong squared jaw
Reaching to kiss him;
And his hands resting on my lower back.

At another desk,
My eyes got a peek of him,
Swaying his right foot from side to side,
As it rested on the other,
Working on his laptop.
Later, I got him in total view,
Excluding his legs; which the mean old grey cabinet stole.
His soft hands worked on wiring,
And when that was done,
His job stole him again.
My eyes fell,
Went heavy,
Blinked,
And a tear dropped to the ground.