The jottings of someone who wonders, and wanders, about life and things (Really? Life and things?) A middle-aged, middle class, middle manager in the midst of life., A visitor guide on a submarine and occasional marathon runner - about 20 at the moment.
Sunday, 23 October 2016
And I Miss You
And I miss you Your eyes
Your smile The feel of your skin
Your hand in my hair. At the end You held me close Said that of all I was the one You worried for most You fell back asleep Never to wake And I miss you
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