miss love

 

I miss love

Not the word, I have that

That…the feeling, the knowing

That unbridled sensation

Inside of everything

If this where that place

I would not feel this way

I’d be capable of conveying

Everything, every word every notion

I’d tell it all

The unedited beliefs and thoughts

I miss love, the sense

The feel it gave

I miss someone I’m not sure was ever here

Author's Note

Cp. 11:25PM Mon 06/04/07 NM Convey: Tired (Written, Lenore)