Sometimes when I'm alone
I'd think of you.
But you're not here,
my dear.
I remember how
gentle you'd hold
my hand.
Grab, hold, caress.
But you're not here,
my dear.
How my arms would
envelop your waist.
How perfectly it stays.
But you're not here,
my dear.
I remember how
smooth your hair
feels when I fiddle
with it.
But you're not here,
my dear.
I miss how your soft
voice pleads my name
when we don't sit
together. Oh, the lilt.
But you're not here,
my dear.
And when we hug,
I love the height difference.
How I'd bury my face
in your chest. And you'd
dig your chin on my head.
But you're not here,
my dear.
Sometimes when I recall
your little details,
I become suffocated
with your lovely scent.
But you're not here,
my dear.
I'd close my eyes and
reach out for your body.
But you're not here,
my dear.
My lovely dear,
you're now with
somebody else.
I wish you're here.
-m.b