missing-you

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I__ cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

...it__ not just the person who fills a house, it__ their I__l be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

Plant a good seed in people who have fertile hearts. When you are away, they'll miss you. When you are coming again, they can't wait!

Men are always complaining about how difficult it is to understand women but I think it is the other way round. Men clan up and do not express what they feel. Then they suddenly stop all communication with you and vanish. All you can do is wait. I wish men came with instruction manual.

I deleted your number. Although I know the tired digits by heart, scout's honor, pinky promise.I am trying to talk myself out of every emotion I'm having, and of course, it is failing to a fault.I'm still sad, I'm still mad, I'm still heartbroken, I miss you.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

The Best Part Of Missing You Is, "I Recall Every Single Moment Spent With You."Bt The Worst Part Is,"I Miss You So Badly.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it__ own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

I am starting to acceptthat you never loved me.And it's sadbecause I don't think you seehow beautiful you are to me.Your face was the lightthat chased away the shadows,every nightmare, every fear.But you burned out and nowI'm learning to be afraidof the dark once again.

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles

The fantasy of life;When I was a child, I said __ can__ wait to grow up_.When I was adult, I said __ miss childhood adventures_.

how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

LET__ GO BACK HOMEI can't think about you,Without smiling.What I wouldn__ give,To go back there,Take you in my arms,Kiss you, And tell you,"I still love you."It's been three decades now,And still your smile's with me,Your wave goodbye, The love in your eyes, And everything else you gave me,Before that highway fog swept in,And stole your spirit away.Oh- to return by your side again, Fish beside the Pleasant Hill Dam,Hike through the Mayer's woods, Hang out on your big hill,Sleep naked in your twin bed,Fill your room with laughter- And marijuana smoke.You returned home-And I traveled on down the road,Found new loves,Safely took them under my wing,And deeply into my heart.But you know, as I do-This wasn__ always possible.I didn__ always have the fire- The courage to stand tall,The joy to expand, Nor the love to give deeply.These were all your gifts--To me.Someday-When I close my eyes for good,And cry out- "Lord- forgive me for I have sinned-"I'll joyously return by your side,Take you into my arms, Kiss you, And tell you,"I still love you.