Wistful. Poem by Jak Black

Searching deep within my soul
For that which I most miss.
The same answer keeps returning.
A lady's heartfelt kiss.

I miss her hand to hold in mine,
Her arms to hold me tight.
I miss her sigh against my cheek,
And her whispering goodnight.

Her body brushing close to mine,
Her effervescent smile.
The teasing sparkle in her eyes,
Her inimitable style.

The soothing comfort of her voice,
To fill my glass with cheer.
A friend to sit beside, and share
A lofty belvedere.

I miss that which I can never have,
And know this is what's meant to be.
Desire assuaged in slumber,
By a ‘knockout' absentee! "