I sit and wonder about him every day.
Is he doing alright or feeling lost and alone, as I sometimes do?
Is he happy or sad, as I sometimes feel?
Does his Heart ache for me, as I ache for him?
Am I on his mind, as he is on mine?
Does he miss my gentle touch, as I miss his?
His surging kiss, upon my lips, puts my heart and soul, into
a whirling spine, each and every time he kisses, or touches
my bare skin.
I go into a tailspin that goes out of control.
Why I miss him so, I do not know for he is but a memory, of the past,
that forever haunts my soul
Even though he lives many miles away, he still haunts me relentlessey.
Written By: Cindy L. Rasey
Date Written: March 12, 2013
