I’m lonely tonight
the trees rustle overhead
as the breeze
gently reminds
me of your caress
your touch on my skin
the weather report
said rain but
it’s only a pseudoscience
they’re never right
and the cowardly weatherman
hides behind the tv screen
while you whisper to me
in our asylum
trembling as the wind howls
and my body relaxes
as it melds to your form
lying next to me
I cling to you
baring my soul, my body
and I wish you were here
instead of only
in my dreams
I miss you tonight
dee garner
© may 24, 2007






a good poem 

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