Saturday, 8 June 2013

Missed

I missed talking
To Norah tonight
Her smile, her giggle
Her words, her light

I missed her lips,
Watching her move, and 
Her watching me watch
Her every move

I missed holding her tight
Missed kissing her neck
Missed Rubbing her right
But what the heck

Comforting to know
That I'm missed too
I shrug, you shrug
What are we to do?

I'd rather miss you than not and 
be missed and not forgotten
They say "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
That may be true, but I just want her.

I missed talking 
To Norah tonight.


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