Mister

I miss him...

Sitting here I look around,
Seeking anything I have found
As I notice that no one is here,
My thoughts wander without a care
Then the phone rings for my bliss,
The voice on the other end I truly miss
He says hello and asks me to come,
I find a way to get there so I'm not numb
We sit and talk, then the holding begins,
I think of the happiness and not of the sins
Not wanting to let go, but to hold on tight,
We love one another for the entire night
When the time does arrive for me to part,
The sadness sets into my breaking heart
I take my leave and wait for the call once more,
He knows he's the one I love and adore.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Those late night phone calls always could spark the heart to dance with joy. I like the poem. The story was very good. A perfect ending to a poem of love and thankfulness. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Daisy123]

gotta love late night phone calls...great poem!

[Gomer LePoet]

This is your best one I have read so far Stacy. good story, good rhyme work.

[GhostWoman]

U kin just tell how much this person longs for their lover. Wonderful.

[deeps]

This is so wonderful such an amazing flow.
I can feel the longing in this. This is beuatiful as
well sincere.

[Ruth]

Whatever time of the day or night, these emotions rule! xx