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Wish You Were Here

I sit on the swing, which hangs from the big old oak, in the meadow.
Wisps of dust surround the ground below my feet, as I kick my feet.

But somehow, no matter how hard I kick or how high I may fly,
my arms can not reach you.

My smile, now replaced with tears.

The swing slows.

Another moment passes without you in it.


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  • Stingersinger53 gold member
    October 22, 2008

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    So sad, this could be about so many ways you could miss someone. I love poems that just speak of the feelings you feel. To me these turn into wonderful poetry that so many can relate to. Thanks for sharing!
    Hugs!
    Cayla


  • artis
    October 22, 2008
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    emptiness stretches only as far as another's arms, but when they are absent emptiness stretches into a massive yawning space.~~Artis


  • suseann
    October 22, 2008

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    Remember you reside under that same ol' sky and stars at night. That is a tie in time that makes for shine. Bright contentment wished tour way.