Katherine September 6, 2016
I miss the hand that used to hold my hand
I miss the eyes that used to comfort me
The needs of love don’t feel like a demand
I miss the hand that caressed my held hand
I miss your love and miss you as a friend.
When you gazed , your eyes lit what you’d see.
I miss the hand that used to warm my hand
I miss the eyes that used to smile at me.
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the early morning, thoughts unspoke
On Purbeck Hills; the Easter singing lark
I miss your arms around me in the park
Poole Harbour’s beauty is a living spark
Sharing silent glances as we walked
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the mornings, though we rarely spoke
Silent sharing ; company in love.
With strangers, we must manufacture talk.
To be silent ;the domed sky above
To be silent ; spaciousness of love.
With strangers, how their talk can jolt and shove
I held your hand and stroked it when we walked
Silent caring; symphony of love.
Not strangers blindly snatching in the dark.