Still Miss You Poem by Jo Lynn Ehnes

O kindred soul of mine, I miss your voice.
I wish the Lord had left you for a time,
but oh my dearest friend there was no choice
as you sought peace outside this land of rhyme.

Your heart of gold, which gave so willingly,
was suffering a battle deep within.
If only you had seen what I could see,
perhaps, your want to flee would never win.

I still can feel your breath upon my hair
as we stood in that lover's lost embrace.
I know it really was, and you were there,
but now it's phantom fingers on my face.

O kindred spirit, meet me on that shore,
so we can dance like days from long before.