Denise Castro

I Miss… - Poem by Denise Castro

I miss the hugs
I miss the kisses
But most of all I miss his presence
I miss his voice
I miss his smell
I keep picturing his gorgeous smile
I miss his “I Love you’s”
I miss his “Goodnights”
But what I miss most is him holding me tight
I miss looking into his eyes
I miss him telling me he’ll always be mine
I miss him when he’s near
I miss him when he’s far
I miss him in the morning
I miss him more at night
I miss him each and everyday that passes by

Comments about I Miss… by Denise Castro

  • (10/2/2007 9:14:00 AM)

    A melancholic 'revolution' of the lovelorn. Good write (Report)Reply

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  • (10/2/2007 4:40:00 AM)

    That is what we called IN LOVE! Nice poem, high mark. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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