William F Glennon
Miss You - Poem by William F Glennon
Cold air blows through my hair this autumn day.
How long have I been running?
How long have I been hiding?
Where have I been?
I failed myself not tracing my steps
from the beginning. Its cold around
here without you. I'm alone and blue.
When I think of you, I think of your eyes
displaying your emotions within.
Your eyes tell a story of undefined sadness.
I want you to help me to help you.
Could I ever get the chance? You
probably don't feel the same.
I wonder if you remember my name.
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