Whatever happened to you my love?
My limbs no longer entangled in yours
Why is it that Sunday mornings no longer exist?
You and I warming our feet out on the sun drenched balcony
Reading the Sunday news
The hustle and bustle of the outside world going about it's day down stairs.
Why are my hands bare and cold?
No longer having your body to explore like a map.
I miss you my love,
Your presence warming my home
Your laughter escaping up the hall
Your fingers in my hair and down my spine
painting me in vibrant reds
leaving me breathless.
Its you that I miss my love,
Just simply you.
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I also can hear your voice loud and clear in this poem.
I wonder how it is for you now!
The feeling of emptiness was the most terrible thing for me to live with.
I liked very much the way you express your feelings so open, so genuine, and real without giving the impression that you were feeling sorry for yourself, except a little, but you didn't overdo it.
Technically it was a smooth read for me and very well-described.
My Fiancee was gone for this last weekend and I was late to work on Saturday... Why you ask? Because she always sets the alarm clock... I just forgot.
And I didn't even sleep well, because the house was empty and she was not there to share the night with. I completely see where you are coming from and know how things change when a loved one leaves for a long period or for even just a short while.
Tori, This was an amazing write. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. I can feel the speakers pain and lonliness and longing.
It is sad when a person either loses someone very close or just is lost in the nothingness of heartache. Keep up the great work my friend.
When my husband and I separated for a few years... I was so lost. Losing a loved one to death or break-up... it almost feels the same. The hurt is deep and impossible to mask or ignore at times. I really felt the loss in this work.
How truly this reflects lost love, especially when it is through death. That terrible feeling of aching emptiness. The thought that no matter where in this world you look, you will never find that person again.