“Missing”
I’m missing the early morning readings,
The late night writings.
The afternoon talks,
The joy of giving up a piece of my heart.

What has happened to those genuine words,
That brought me back when I wandered out to space?
I think back to before you opened your door,
Would it be as difficult to go on,
If that would have never been?

I want you to keep that piece of my heart,
That I gave away months ago,
For without it, I’ve become whole.
I traded it for talks and advice,
And in the end, you’ve changed my life.

If only you could see,
Just how much you mean to me.
Than maybe you’d have a better understanding
As to why this is killing me inside.

I envy your family,
And the love they receive.
If only that was me,
Being held in your arms.
Being told goodnight,
A story to relieve my pain.
A finger to wipe away my tear.

Whether you believe it or not,
You’re the best thing going in my life.
Days and days have pasted without a single word,
Not a meaningful conversation.
I’m beginning to feel
What it is to lose the dearest thing you love.

By: Ginger L. Smith
5-5-06