An Offhand Love Poem Poem by Matthew Holloway

I wait each night
To hear your voice
To read your words
To know you are well
In hope you think of me
I wait each night
With quiet longing
Silently calling in my heart
I hope you are well
In good humour and health
I like to think of you
Smiling and laughing
The way that you do
The way that lights up a room
In a less cliched way, than I sound
In saying all such things
It is the waiting I guess
Which pains my heart at times
Though I do not cry
Yet still feel saddened by it
In the quiet of the room
I sit or lay, sometimes pace
The floor, thinking thoughts
Of you, so pure and beautiful
I wait each night
To be thought of by you