Another Letter.
How I miss your presence.
The warmth of your skin passing on to mine.
I miss the sight of your smile.
Seeing your hands pass softly through your hair.
I miss the sight of your walk.
The way you laugh.
The way you walk down the halls, that now have only left your scent.
When you stare and never look away.
Your eyes always seemed to daze me into nothingness.
There were times were it felt it was only you and I.
I miss everything.
Yet, I can do nothing.
For now you are gone.
How much I dread that day.
It was summer, it was lovely.
The wind was blowing my hair.
The air was flowing down my lungs,
But my heart, it was aching, breaking, crying.
I never came to know you,
But I came to want you.
How I miss your presence.
The simple sight of your smile made me sing.
The simple hold of your hand made my heart skip a beat.
I'll never forget you.
You were a stranger, my stranger.
And there was a lifetime were this young girl.
One who without a cause, came to love you.
Copyright © Stephanie Guaman | Year Posted 2010
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