Missing Love

Love lost and grieving

The way I've been
In that you're gone
The days are not my friend
They only come to go away

And bring the night again
the night and I
We're missing you ,
So many, lonely nights

I lie awake, so lost in you
Sleep abandoned
as I writhe

A welcome slumber
Soon arrives and
then I find you, once again
Right there waiting , in my dreams

Now, through the day the grief, it's there
Days now, a rite of passage
I laugh now at the night
Here comes my welcome friend

Still, how my heart,
Does grieve for you
In mournng, its s expected
Thou now in sleep

Come here, my freedom

SHALL WE RIDE ?

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Missing Love"
Greg Agee,
The days and years of experiences spent with that special someone are carried and held within our being.The title is fitting as the loved one is missed, the love, caring, sharing is missed. The layers of loveliness together are now found in the night hours: "A welcome slumber soon arrives and then I find you, once again right there waiting, in my dreams" I like the release and hope this poem expresses. The escape in sleep, in dreams. A very real poem on true and raw hurt in loss of love.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

A great ending to a honest and sad poem.
"Come here, my freedom
SHALL WE RIDE ? "
The long ride is the last freedom. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Greg Agee]

Thanks Coyote, I am Apache btw

[Coyote Poetry]

I had many Apache friends in Texas. Best storytellers, they were. You are welcome.

[Willard Wells]

Dreams of love are very nice. At night of a little day dream in the light. Well done.

[Greg Agee]

Thanks, this one keeps getting away from me. I think too many directions. Having trouble grounding it, lol. Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate it very much. I originally wrote this for Hunter S. Thompson's wife Abigail the anniversary of his death.