This poem was the first one I wrote to my boyfriend. His job involves travelling, which means he's not here all the time. In the morning when I wake up, I allways hug his quilt and just lie there....


Not alone, without you

You went away
this morning
but
you forgot;

the caress of
your fingertips
your soft lips
brushing
against mine
your breath
on my skin
leaving me
goosebumps

you forgot your smell
your wonderful smell
which I hug
when I
cover myself
with our quilt
which you
moments before
left
leaving me warm

I'm not alone
without you




Poetry by missjones
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 14:22

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