You V


When the roads and alleys are dark and wet
from a night’s rain, I miss your hand in mine.
I miss the touch of your hair in the wind,
ruffled with warm and passionate caressing.
When the sky is black and silver with light
from thunders bright, I miss your hand in mine
and I miss the way you whispered my name
behind the deafening roars of the cloud.
Though I never said, ‘I love you’, aloud,
I hope that you have heard the silent scream
and the beating of my heart and my skin
crying out and hoping that you may have too
felt the throbbing of your name in my blood
while ephemeral life keeps slipping through.

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