Why do you have this hold on me?
It really isn't fair
I miss you each and every day
I really shouldn't care.
I think of you when I wake up
And also late at night
I think of you a bit too much
It really isn't right.
It's fair to say this thing I feel
Is really rather strange
And even though I'd like it gone
This feeling just won't change.
I think of you on sunny days
And also when it rains
I think of you when driving home
And riding morning trains.
I think it's time I went to sleep
This can't be what it seems?
Good night my love, I'll close my eyes
And see you in my dreams.
(July 2019)
A refined poetic imagination, Charles Wiles. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think of you when driving home And riding morning trains.- - - - - - - - - atmospheric detail that adds so much