H. Ray Davis

Missing You

I can no longer see myself. The mirrored stare that once reflected my face is now gone.

I spend my time alone now, reflecting on those nights we spent together. 

Feeling your breath on my chest, my fingers in your hair.

A dim recollection of your hair falling gently back onto your face when I would pull it back.

The vision of those times flash through my mind like a slideshow. This house feels so empty now. I imagine hearing your footsteps, as you would walk through, but they are growing faint now. I turned in bed, as I always did, to touch you, but my bed is empty now. I am missing you.


H R Davis


  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Excellent poem!
    Profound so beautiful all that
    Is found in the depths of thought...

  • sylviasearcher

    A very tender write 💜

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