Sunday, December 16, 2007


As even in the distance I can feel you pull away -
that the warmth is fading from my arms,
and yet I am embraced by a tender despair for I love you still.
Powerfully, passionately, painfully -
The things you say, the things you do, the way you move.
For it is only in my heart time stands still
where I am left to ponder how long it will be until
- You miss me.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007

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