lundi 13 mai 2013

Missing You

I've got to get a life,
somebody else's perhaps,
for mine is fading fast,
its signposts,
its diagnoses,
its daylight.

My child,
sometimes i miss you so much
that i can't feel you,
though i dream you,
hold your little feet,
call you "baby".

Do you miss me like that
late at night when
your anxiety comes on,
relief ten digits away,
clear as a bell my
voice across the wires?

4 commentaires:

Matt D a dit…

A very touching poem! Beautiful.

Laura Tattoo a dit…

thank you so much, Matt.

Singh a dit…

well said...

Laura Tattoo a dit…

thank you so much, Singh. xooxox