Deprived of your flesh
writing poetry with mine
empty blankness
wrapping me in cold shivers
warmth of our lines combining
distant memories
still held in night stars
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©MidwestFantasy
November 2018
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missing you
The Agony of Waiting
Where You Were
I sit here
because you
used to sit here
with me
middle of afternoon
maybe evening
unassuming place
far from other lives
and other eyes
tiny world
our world
our place
you and me
wine and whiskey
eyes speaking
what our bodies missed
what our bodies needed
knowing the next place
was where
we’d unleash
what we couldn’t
anywhere else
05/11/2017
Midwest Fantasy Writes 