I Miss My Miss. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The morning sun feels less than bright,
Without my darling, my true light.
The clock ticks slow, the hours drag on,
And everything feels very wrong, when she is kind of partly gone.

I miss my miss, the quiet spaces sigh,
Beneath an empty, lonely sky.
I miss the laughter, soft and low,
That makes the sweetest music flow.

Her gentle touch, her calming hand,
The way she seems to understand.
A world of color turns to gray,
Like she is miles and worlds away.

So I will count the moments near,
When I can hold my darling dear.
And whisper to the evening breeze,
I miss my miss, with heart at ease.