Living Alone, Poem

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Living Alone

Living alone for all of these years, has settled all my fears

And taught me much while sleeping lone

And dealing with my tears

It’s not so bad and doesn’t hurt, no nearly not so much

For I have grown and am more strong

Than when first I lost her touch

Yet some things I truly miss from her, from there, from then

Albeit few I’ve made a list

And here I shall begin

All there is I really miss is the simple touch of hands

The silken soft of crimson lips

Her skin upon the sand

All there is I really miss is the feel of youthful breasts

Skin of satin, firm and smooth

Just as I like them best

All there is I really miss is the sound of passions sighs

So light, so raw, so full of life

So much to my surprise

All there is I really miss are simple words indeed

Oos and ahs and please some more

And come to bed with me

All there is I really miss is my name upon her lips

So lightly spoken in huddled dark

While tangled in her hips

All there is I really miss is her face before my eyes

Her blackest eyes and darkest hair

With smiles to fill the skies

All there is I really miss is watching her at night

Her hand in mine till early morn

When love is born aright

All there is I really miss is we throughout the years

With no goodbyes and no so-longs

To echo in my ears

All there is I really miss is her face, her skin, her eyes

Her voice, her smile, her silken hair

And oh, her lovers cries

All there is I really miss, for me I know is this

For all there is I really miss

Is everything She is.

© 2010 Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks

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