Poetry

Missing You

Missing You

Winter has started and my bones are chilled.
I weep thinking of the journey that lay ahead
Long cold desolate nights without your warmth
I wrap myself in your garments
comforting my soul
with the scent of you.
Closing my eyes,
I let my fingers trace over my body.
Slowly I drift off to sleep.
My dreams filled with laughter of your love.

Michal Suzette Meaders

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