Wondering
Where have all the poems gone?
If I knew,
someone special I could write them to,
every morning I would wake,
knowing on that day I might
hear, or see and touch
that one who meant so much.
And no more time would drag till when
the poems could come again.
Copyright © Red Omara | Year Posted 2016
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