An autumn heat
Eases the worn street.
People talk
And eyes meet
Over menus meant for lovers.
I sit
Glass in hand
Staring sunwards
Aching for your breath
To bring life into my land.
This world is fine -
It's everything
But a person poor.
It's the perfect jigsaw
But a piece I need
Is missing.
What makes me tick?
What keeps me sane?
The light for sure.
This life, this Spain.
I'll keep it all.
For I know - I believe
Your heart is here too
The link in the chain
Holding me down
For you.
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Author:
Keith (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2022 05:11
- Category: Love
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Comments2
'This world is fine -
It's everything
But a person poor.
It's the perfect jigsaw
But a piece I need
Is missing.'
found these words to be so relatable
and that vivid image, of the lonesome scene
that inspired these thoughts
was skilfully painted..
a great, emotive read
thank you! dear Poet
Thank you so much for your kind words....
A poetic lament that sears the heart when what is longed for is not appearing - - love hurts and you verse that so well Keith. This joins my list of faves for sure.
Once again, so pleased you like my poem...lovely words too....thank you.
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