Jul 2022
I miss
The tenderness
The soft tone
The passing touch
The squeeze of an arm
The gentle caress
The post-****** hug
The explanation of how things are
Now it feels
Remote
Distant
Disconnected
Two ships passing in the night
In the eye of the storm
Noticing each other’s faded glow,
But ne’er again the Twain shall meet
The tenderness
The soft tone
The passing touch
The squeeze of an arm
The gentle caress
The post-****** hug
The explanation of how things are
Now it feels
Remote
Distant
Disconnected
Two ships passing in the night
In the eye of the storm
Noticing each other’s faded glow,
But ne’er again the Twain shall meet
I was in two minds whether to include a further two verses or not, so decided to publish an abbreviated version as well as the longer version and see what others thought
