I miss you sea
I miss you in the morning
I miss your fingers
and the faces you trace
the faces you assume in sand
I miss the feel of you 
cool on my skin
I miss the sting of you
but most of all I miss you when I sleep
when you whisper the most
I know you are there
you are a quiet chaos I  don't quite hear

Twice9

Quiet Chaos

Jun 6, 2026

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shyana-sri

bones24

this is a lovely poem, a quiet chaos I don't quite hear, ends it beautifully..  :0)

pradip-chattopadhyay

removed.l-7