Tossing and turning she lay wide awake;
It was past midnight
Sleep had eluded her that night
Ticking of the clock loud in the night
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Serious penning of a teacher -absence of a presence could mean so much-
A lovely poem. Not long ago I was alone. Then I met my beloved, and now what was two is one. So those few times I have been alone again, I feel very alone as if I was now only half of what I should be. Your poem is a lovely expression of missing your other half, even if just for a short time.
The welcome oblivion of nothingness. A poem of great longing. Thanks for sharing.
She longed to feel him beside hear Longed for that denied snore disturbing Longed to hear his whispered words of love Longed to nestle close to him! Longed to inhale his musk odour pleasant! Very sweet expression ❤