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| I Miss You |
| I miss your laughter, fun and gentleness. I miss the things I used to do for you. I miss the time, now filled with emptiness, When each day was a stage for something new. I miss your love, though mine for you remains, A passion with no outlet to the sea, A teardrop in the desert, that contains What's left of my maternal ecstacy. I miss your presence, like a silent cord That anchored even solitude in grace. I miss, for my love's labor, the reward On seeing some small pleasure on your face. All these I miss, and yet they are all here Within my heart, far more than I can bear. ~ Nicholas Gordon ~ |