Again

Introduction: Like all romantics, at one time I fancied myself a bit of a poet. I had a wonderful muse, I was newly in love, and we spent most of our time apart. That's where this little gem was born.

Again

Missing you.

My heart cries,

screams,

in pain,

in longing,

in wanting,

as I dream of the day I can see you again.

My eyes,

blind to the world,

only wish to gaze into yours,

at you,

with you,

become one.

The senses become deprived.

The memories keep me alive.

The memories fill me with hope.

They make me smile,

happy,

content, but only for awhile,

until the day I can see you again.