I sit here thinking of your face
Surrounded by a hundred silent, miss yous
And a thousand tacit typed, I love yous
I have a picture in my mind
Of you and how you move
It brings you closer
Close enough to touch and feel your breath
And feel your lips part with a gasp
Perhaps you are here just sometimes
And I am there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem