benevolentbluebabe

I miss you

In fitful nights of longed-for slumber
dreams provoke, that one remembers.
one of a boy I thought I knew,
perhaps still do,
if what you say is true.
lay there, I, in your arms, at night,
hands clasped, devoid of fright.
your eyes shining, as they so used to do,
and you whispered those sweetest words,
gentle to mine paining ears:
"Past be damned, if you only knew;
lord, how I have missed you."

  • Author: benevolentbluebabe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2020 02:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: Waking at ungodly hours from dreams that shouldn't be had...
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • GON

    this really connects with me. so elegantly heartfelt.

  • Goldfinch60

    Those dreams can be so powerful at times.

    Andy

    • benevolentbluebabe

      And, they so often occur with little regard for logic and reason...



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