I hope that you are missing me
memories that you still see
everywhere you turn or look
that is where I’ll try to be
you can’t speak or feel the words
that leave you here undisturbed
even though I've turned and gone
it’s still what I haven’t heard
the utterance of misplaced love
something that you won’t speak of
although that’s how you say you feel
way deep down it's piled and shoved
all of this has become clear
now that I’m no longer near
do you sit there, wonder and wait
for me to once more reappear
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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memories are the containers of life, love and longing. Keep this container in a safe place.
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