Saturday, 11 March 2017

I Propose I'm Missing You

As I come to terms with you being away,
My unfeigned love does not sway.
You are all to me
And forever will be
The apple of my eye.

I cried a tear, it seeped down my cheek.
I wearily rested and fell into sleep:–
Please let me dream,
So it might just seem
Not to be true.

The bright morning sun starts to take rise;
I stir from my sleep but keep shut my eyes.
I want to still sleep,
Where here I might keep
My dreams of you.

I reach out my arm, you are not there:
Where you used to be is nothing but air.
I longingly embrace
This empty space
That should hold you.

© Andrew Stevenson  11/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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