#313 Four Days Now - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
You’ve been gone four days now
Or has it been four years?
The hours have derailed somehow,
The minutes are blotches and smears.
When will you be coming back?
When will I see your face?
When will we share a laugh-attack
Then catch our breath as we embrace?
Will it help if I say it repeatedly?
Then I’ll say it without fear.
Will it help to say it continually?
I miss you terribly, dear.
In my mind I can see you here,
Telling all about your day.
I see your smile from ear to ear
As you find the best words to say.
I see you seated next to me
As we speed pass the spruce and pine.
I see you strolling leisurely
With your hand resting in mine.
Will it help if I say it once more?
Then I’ll say it loud and clear.
Will it help to scream it from my core?
I miss you horribly, dear!
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