Mimi-Mona Poetry: I Long to See

©I Long to See

Mimi Wolske

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December 2014

Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™

When I open my eyes,

I look over

at your pillow

and dream you are there

next to me

Yes, you are far away

but there's something I know...

you will always

be near me

My eyelids fall,

I go back to sleep

and dream you are there

next to me

It's so easy to sleep

dreaming of you and

imagining you are there

near to me

In the cold morning

I look around

and I can see

you're not next to me

Tears are forced from

my eyes waiting

for you to come back

back to me

And I fall asleep

praying you'll hurry

home, knowing you're coming

back to me

That it's all a dream

I'm been imagining,

you will always be

near to me

But I feel the tears

and the ache in my heart

I keep hoping you're not

far from me

A silent promise

passes over my lips

I'll be here until you come

back to me

Then morning comes again

I open eyes and fear

you might still be

far from me

I long to see

if my imagination

played tricks and you're here

next to me

I long to see

I long to see-ee

that you're still here

next to me

Mimi-Mona Romantic Poetry: The Goodbye Kiss

©THE GOODBYE KISS

Mimi Wolske, October 2014

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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Crying

we—in total grips of despair

each—alone in Paradise

reluctant after a long, difficult discussion

you to sleep in your car

me to fly away home

bags packed

feeling something never felt before

never in our lives

giving

in—we kiss goodbye

fear—epic and uncontrollable

tears in our eyes, we're about to go our separate ways

Suddenly

constant flow of fear

plaguing us for the last hours

like a kink in the garden hose

races with every pulse

strong pressure builds

raging terror

vacation's end

Waiting

bags packed and

steps—a few taken forward

unknowing—can I do it

will you let me

highly aware of your fear

will she do it

can I stop her

is this the beginning

the start of something bad

the dangerous downward spiral

of not facing up to our fears

of having to turn it into something else

of losing the someone we each love

Creeping

returning—the fear we felt

reality—we will be apart

a series of ledges and cliffs

I cry out

I have agoraphobia!

Turning

you run toward me

embrace me...tightly

I'll never let you go, you cry

I'll never leave you, I sob

Kissing

we—the sweetest promise