Poetry: Missing You

Here’s a new one. I wrote this a bit on the fly, so probably not one of my best, but hey, not for what it is. …

Missing you

What I’ll miss is the thousand kisses;
Your smile that lights your eyes.
The way your hand folds in mine;
And how you keep me warm at night.

To see your chest rise and fall;
To feel the breath that you breathe;
The beat of your heart, alive in my ear;
Let’s me know that you’re real.

And when the world starts closing in;
And the darkness erases the light;
The things I miss will get me through;
Until you’re back in my life.

– H. Danielle Crabtree
July 5, 2010