Missing You
I miss your voice
Your eyes
Your smile
And your face
I miss our long talks
Our jokes
Our holidays
And even our fights
I miss touching your beard
Your hand
Your face
And your softest shirt
I miss having our morning coffee
Watching the news
Doing chores around the house
Together
I miss cooking your meals
Sewing your buttons
Ironing your pants
And the complaining I did
I miss smiling
Crying
Screaming
And laughing with you
I miss waiting
Believing
Caring
And fighting for you
I miss playing cards
Monopoly
Scrabble
And mind games with you
I miss every big thing
Every little thing
We did
Or didn’t get to do
What else can I say
I simply miss YOU
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Harris says:
JoAnn.
You really got me with that. I felt your loss. And it touched a fear deep down of losing someone we love.
Susan is away for just a few days at a retreat, but the house is so quiet. I think that opened me up to
receive the full impact of your poem. Thank you for sharing. And may the Great Architect comfort
you.
Harris
Frank Shortt says:
Nice Poem and thought!