Of Things Poem by Bryan Riley

Endless days-
the touch of your hand
the sweetness of your kiss
the sound of laughter
behind every word
you said
My empty bed;
the reaching out
the bitterness of my cup
as I try to wash the
memory of you from
my aching head
Moonlit nights-
your warm embrace
the softness of your skin
that gleam in your eye
as you spoke to me
'of things'
My frozen heart
the tears all spent
Trying to heal the wounds
I've given to both of us
Remembering the last
words you said to me...
DO you think of me often?