I Miss You - Poem by Gemma Ambrose
Many moons have I waited for you,
Your warm hands to feel.
The hours drip by ag-on-izing few by few.
The daylight hours are kind to me,
Busy as the bee I am,
Distracted by life and professional responsibility
No time to linger over bronze brown eyes what which aren't there...
No room for sighs at my desk, no time for dreamy blank stares!
But evening crashes hard and crushes me
Wave after wave of pent-up longing and compressed memories.
And yet, many a moon will I still wait for you,
And lay in static anticipation.
I sigh, I miss, I love, Mon cher, mon chou.
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