when you were mine. #poetry

fiction friday. what sandra thinks.

I miss the way
You listened when I spoke
You lay beside me when I woke
You whispered into my ear
You calmed my every fear
You kissed me on my head
You adored the words I said
And I miss the way
My eyes watched as yours would shine
My heart felt when you were mine

 


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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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14 Responses to when you were mine. #poetry

  1. theacquiescentsoul says:

    This is incredibly endearing and intimate.
    Simply beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hey, another great one.
    Hugs

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  3. Meg says:

    Sweet and sad… beautiful writing Sandra ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  4. pluviolover says:

    Your poem makes a memory a thing of beauty, even with the apparent loss.

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