Watching as the wind blows
hoping as the wind slows
sitting in the setting sun
wishing you had not gone
Staying close and warm
never leaving your arms
laying still and alone
longing for you to come home
waiting for the letter you wrote
hoping you'd at least send a note
woundering if you even care
wishing to be very near to you
hoping you'd want to too
sleeping with no warmth
dreaming of before
screaming deep inside
wishing you'd be my guide
never to see your smiling face
never to have your warm embrace
always longing for the lost
the missing love once forgot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem