©Lost In Her Love
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona
Arizona™
September 2014
All Rights Reserved
He was looking at the
moon but not really seeing it.
Since the first day,
she'd shown him
He'd never been truly
loved before.
With a single kiss,
he could feel her soul and
He'd crave her
innocently and unvirtuously, wickedly,
Wishing he could turn
back the clock —
He'd be able to find
her sooner and love her longer.
She cuddled and he
played with her hair and
Kissed her forehead,
each kiss a reminder
He loved her and he
wanted her, only her.
He found himself
listening for and recognizing
Her footsteps in every
room and knew
She was coming to
him. When had he
First begun to love
her, even that part of her
He didn't understand?
It seemed like forever.
She was home; she was
two arms that held
Him tightly when he
was at his worst. She
Waded in mistakes and
problems with him,
Made the crash of the
waves bearable,
Anchored him, made
him feel stronger,
Completed that part
of him that had disappeared.
She was the one who
laughed at his jokes,
Whether they were
funny or not...she laughed.
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