A day off without her.
It’s killing me.
Why can’t I see her every day?
Hold her & play with her and just be with her.
Why is it that love pains so much?
I hold the photo I have of her & I miss her!
Boy do I miss her!
It doesn’t laugh or chat or talk or tease or flirt or dance or play or whirl or hold.
She’s beautiful in it, but it’s not all that she is.
Not by far.
& I’m missing her!
Behind this smile I long for her.
I long to tell her how much I want her here.
I cannot cope with death. & I cannot cope with this.
I need her.
Time is cruel. Love is worse.
Fate & Life conspire against every wish I ever have.
I love her.
Please tell her.
– A long day without her.
© ed simkins 2016