Missing You Poem by Barbara Clafton

When the night sky no longer glistens gold
and the air begins to feel a little cold,
when the sofa feels too big when sitting on my own
... I miss you.

When I fall into bed so tired and all alone
when I fall asleep and dream of being home
when the pillow becomes your substitute
... I kiss you.

When I am old and grey and ready to pass on
I can think about the way my life has gone
and remember that throughout all my life
... I have loved you.