That giggle of yours is
what I miss most
Not seeing you
Sometimes grieves me
The pain of being without you.
My memory
Eludes my feelings
Abandoning this heart of mine
Leaving my soul empty
Yet I can't stop breathing you
Caught in a trap
Caged when I'm free
Let me go
I'm hurting
You're missing
It's 4:47 am
And I'm thinking of you
I love you
That silly giggle is what
I miss most
When you're
Not here
With me.
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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