Missing you is terrible,
thinking about you doesn’t make it sensible.
frustrating…
disappointing…
wanting to hold you is everything,
sharing stories with you is something.
wonderful…
marvelous….
wishing to kiss you is magical,
holding you in my arms is whimsical.
imagining…
dreaming….
counting the days without you is unbearable,
hoping you’d be with me is undeniable.
missing you…
loving you…..
P.S.
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Hi michnavs. Becoming introvert through writing I miss not have a soul mate, your poem reminds of that. Thank you so much for liking my poem When! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.