The Missing

I gave in to
the missing of you,
and ran a bath
of everything we’d been through.
Up to my chin
in the how that we had been.

Water lapping at my skin
touching everywhere you’ve been,
blushing pink
I love to think how
shyness held me,
as your hands read
to me,
the story of myself,
the glory of myself.

Almost filled up
with the lack of you
lovesongs sing me nothing new
My tears they just refuse to stop
and with each,
and every,
drop
I’m
drowning
in this missing you.

Losing love is really hard to do.

The Missing

minnow

Belfast, United Kingdom

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I’ve beeen trying to write more freely and just seeing where it goes really.
All comments gratefully received.

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