Brian Joseph Dickenson

Rookie (Not dead yet. Born in the first half of the last century. / Liverpool, England)

Touching, (In Memory Of Jean) - Poem by Brian Joseph Dickenson

I miss the touching.
I miss your fingers through my hair
as you passed behind my chair,
I miss the touching.
I miss the way that I'd go weak
with your hand upon my cheek
as I drowned beneath the love I felt for you.
I miss the way it used to be
as you lay aside of me
and every touch you touched me was so new.
I miss the way that you'd react
too my fingers down your back.
I miss oh so much, your loving, tender, touch,
and the way you smiled your secret smile for me.
I miss the times we were apart,
when I'd wake up with a start
and find just empty space
in bed with me.
Now I sleep the whole night through,
Sometimes, dreaming about you
and the love we lost those many years ago.
I miss you

Comments about Touching, (In Memory Of Jean) by Brian Joseph Dickenson

  • (3/25/2006 5:29:00 AM)

    You really did love her very much! You are right- Very Touching! A 10. God bless. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 24, 2006

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