You left the door half-closed behind you,
I keep it that way, still,
and sometimes look through it to find you,
and sometimes wonder if I will
at night, in bed,
my pillow beneath my head,
my fingers touch the pillow across the spread
and I mistake the true,
and, half-asleep, drifting off,
make love to a dream of you
it hurts, the way we play this game,
the way we make it be,
yet, love, I miss you, all the same -
when are you coming back for me?
This is truly beautiful! It is the type of poem that a movie could be made of- a love story. Very nice! A ten.
What a nice poem on missing someone you love. I like the title, too. Sincerely, Connie Webb
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I would like to translate this poem
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