Friday, May 07, 2010

Missing You

I miss her a little still, it’s true, but
I miss you more and you’re still here.
I missed out somewhere
In a long-ago dream that never ceased,
I took a long step across a too wide stream
When things got too real and I wetted myself,
Whether anyone knew of it or not.
It was only a misstep,
Combined with something I lost or threw out
When it didn’t seem like anything of very much value.
I was unquestionably mistaken,
But I know I can’t take it back.
I miss you when I cannot caress or even kiss you,
But there’s nothing new in that.


Current draft: 5/07/2010
Created on 4/20/2010 9:36 PM

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