Alone Again Poem by Paul Warren

Each day I sit and think of you
A time a place and a thing you did too
Our yesterdays were our golden time
When you were here and still mine

When you left it took a part of me
Being alone now I was not meant to be
Just a word or a touch of hand
I would be again at your command

But all that's left is a memory
Of us together just you and me
So here I am sitting alone again
Wishing and wanting you my loving friend.

© Paul Warren Poetry