Robert James Liguori Poet Free verse

I Miss My Love

I miss my love so much
Her smile, her look, her essence

Everyday I think… no I dream
Of her
And the beauty that she is 

If oceans could speak
They’d spray her name
In absolutely wonder

Birds sing her song
And squirrels dance
To her gate

She gave me memories
Of love and warmth 
That I cherish always 

But she left
And I stand cold
Shivering

The sun cannot warm or heal
Me
I am but a broken man

We have but one life to live
Will she? Can she?
Ever return 

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Heidi Sands August 22, 2024 at 4:17 PM This is very powerful. I can feel it strongly. Well written and congratulations :)

Hilda Greenhough August 11, 2024 at 5:37 PM May your loved one return. Maybe a cute little text with an emoji will spike her interest. Best luck.

Paula Goldsmith August 8, 2024 at 11:27 AM Congratulations on your win. What a powerful write. I enjoyed reading this one. What a great ending. Have a fun day............

Sara Kendrick August 8, 2024 at 7:05 AM Congratulations on your winning work. I am delighted to see it on the winners' list. Way to go...Sad one. Thanks for sharing. Sara K

Ink Empress August 8, 2024 at 4:06 AM dear robert, i just love the subtle flow of emotions in this, and it really did make me feel so much! Its always impressive when one can express and say so much in few words and in simple words, that connect with readers. Your love and longing so well depicted here. I especially loved “if oceans could speak and also birds sing her song and the ending with the question gives an evocative vibe! A fave for me this is and well written to express how sincerely you miss your love. Congratulations

thriveni c mysore July 26, 2024 at 10:02 PM This is so well written, 'she left/ I stand cold' It is the void of the heart that is ever painful dear poet. too much to bear such pain, whatever the philosophies blare.