Missing The Touch Poem by Terence George Craddock

staring into space
replaced by staring
into blank screen

missing linked touch
your mind distraction
to everything else blind

not much I value
more than a few random
thoughts from you

seems life is moment vacant
spaces waiting for missing you
to appear from distant blue

did you not guess
I wanta come over
hours roll over

I cannot breathe
it's time to leave
lovers some bleed


Copyright © Terence George Craddock