i miss him

Hi @Anon_98

Is this a general poem, or is this is a relationship issue? I'd like to get this moved to the right place, so either Relationships, or Creative corner

Sounds like a little bit of both!

Always put yourself first

Hi @Anon_98

Is this a general poem, or is this is a relationship issue? I'd like to get this moved to the right place, so either Relationships, or Creative corner

hello,

i think perhaps relationships would be best - i want to be open to the possibility of warmth from the community which is less likely in creative corner

thank you

I miss him.

I miss his face.

And oh how his face was such a comfort to my hands.

And a comfort to my eyes.

I miss his hair.

And oh how his hair would weave between my fingers.

And oh how my fingers would weave between his hair.

I miss his texts.

His good morning texts.

And goodnight ones too.

The reminder that life begins and ends with us.

I miss his laugh.

I miss his laugh when I tell a joke and he would pretend it is not funny but his body would immediately give him away.

I miss his laugh today.

I miss his laugh yesterday.

I miss his laugh tomorrow and it is an insult to miss his laugh when it feels as though he had the last one.

I miss his touch.

I miss his touch of security.

I miss his touch of perfection.

I miss his touch of compatibility.

I miss his touch or maybe I am confusing touch with skin.

Because I miss that too.

I miss him so much.

I miss him too much.

But in my missing and missing I have realised that I miss me more.

hello,

i think perhaps relationships would be best - i want to be open to the possibility of warmth from the community which is less likely in creative corner

thank you