I Miss You

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(My Love Diaries)
She said, 
"Geo I miss you",
My heart forgot to pump,
He Froze for almost a minute.
Not because she said that,
He froze because that is the same way I feel.

I started seeing images of us
Cuddling in the cold breeze while looking at the moon.
Her palm seemed warmer,
It looked like we were sharing breath.

I heard her whisper in my ear,
"Absence makes love fonder",
I was confused by the warmth of her body.
Her lips seemed to be touching mine.
She said it again, 
"Geo absence makes love fonder".

Here I am,
Feeling cold,
No one to warm,
Coffee cups look like they are decaying,
Cold breeze looks louder.

The moon looks to be laughing at me.
He thinks I am lonely. 
Poor moon.
He thinks I am like him.

I miss You my Love,
I miss you Lain.
I Love You.

©️ Ochago George William 
George The Tired Poet.
2023.
#poeticsundays 

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