Missing You Poem by deborah Elston

I'd rather die of an incurable disease

I'd rather die in my sleep

Than wake to mourning

I think about you every day

Since you died and went away

My life became so unemotional

I've lost all control and hate to be Sociable

I just want to see your face once again

You're standing waiting for me

Beside a great blue lake

I see your face and you see me

With tears running in streams across my face

I run towards your open arms



And Into your safe embrace.