I Miss You

I Miss You

A Poem by Poetic License

I miss you

I never laid my eyes on you

I don't know if I ever really knew you

But the you that you let me know

I miss that you

I needed you

Maybe I still do

But I was afraid

So, so afraid

Tonight, though, as memory replaces present

I hear the timber of your voice

And my heart aches

As only mourning, forgotten hearts can

I miss you

Though you will never know it

I miss you

And it hurts

© 2020 Poetic License


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Very sad but lovely to read

Posted 3 Years Ago


I do understand the poem my friend.
"The moon is within me, and so is the sun
I love thee with the love I seem to lose with my lost saints"
I liked the strong and honest emotions shared. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


Secret love. Ah, I know it well. In its simplicity your sis a very effective poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Poetic License

4 Years Ago

Thank you so very much, Auntie.
I can say I understand this one...up close and personal. Across more than one taste of existence and reality, this has left tracks and noseprints behind.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Poetic License

4 Years Ago

My heart and soul to yours.
sounds like an online relationship,but still very real

Posted 4 Years Ago


This speaks to that secret love, whether real or imagined, that we use to measure all others. I’ve often wondered if the distance, the not knowing, makes him or her more appealing. Still, this speaks to what the heart desires, and it’s delivered so sincerely in this poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Poetic License

4 Years Ago

And sometimes it's a friendship that feels something closer to kinship. Without it, you realize you'.. read more
R.E. Ray

4 Years Ago

Yes, that too. :)
This makes me think of my first love, Love can hurt at times. Really well said

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on April 19, 2020
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