I Propose I Am 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 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

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.