I miss Your kiss. The sensation of your lips Soft and intoxicatingly sweet As they locked with my own And your tongue slipped in.
I miss Your embrace. The warmth that seeped into my body As I wrapped my arms round your waist And pulled you flush against My core, yearning to become one flesh.
I miss Your fingertips. And the curly hair that brushed Softly o'er my face when You stared into my eyes Studying every brown/green pigment. I miss staring into yours. And tracing up and down your skin Whether it was exposed or hidden.
I miss Your conversation. Your soft voice and vibe That has been the focus of poetry I've written In past times And even now at this very moment.
I miss you And Just thought I'd write this Poem that you'll never see. And as much as I hope, "All the world's a stage", And you getting a second act will never be. You're now just a sad, yet beautiful memory
I love bringing out the memories in words that turn them from bad dreams to beautiful losses and tragedies.