a simple poem about missing something/someone.

Missin'

There's a missin'
thing.
Is it you or me?
In the crevice of
my soul
In the center of my
being.
You are the missin'
link that I want --
no i need.

Words cannot fully
describe how my spirit
feels when you are not here.
How the hole gets bigger and bigger
and I begin to choke slowly on
this bread of life.

There's a missin'
thing.
Is it you or me?

Am I dreaming that
your voice is lost in the
shuffle of my life?
That I no longer feel your caress.
That I cannot rest without feeling
a sweet cool breeze from you lips
to my waiting ear.

Is is a nightmare of mines
rewinding in slow minutes as I count
the hours and minutes until I see your
face again.

I wish that we could be together
forever.
No thing should be between us.

Immovable my spirit feels when you
are gone.
Don't want to shuffle these heavy
feet to walk no roads.

So I hold on to this feeling.
The feeling of having you near.
Replaying previous conversations until I am warm again with your beautiful love.

Damn, I dislike this time.
This time where I cannot even hear
a melody come from your throat as you
gently greet me.
Where I cannot feel your arms upon me.

Maybe it's unfair.
But I wish we could be together forever.
And even though I know that's unrealistic, I hold on to this garden.
This imaginary garden where you hold me close, telling me silly jokes, tickling me until I surrender my lovely lips to yours passionately again.

Warm and misty,
I'm missin' you.
As the close of another day comes
again...I shut my eyes and imagine
you simply beside me, where you have always belonged.

(c) 2005 by Mocha Sistah