Missing You

‘Tis bittersweet to miss loved ones

Too far to hug and hold dear;

Time or space betwixt us and them

When all we want is them near.

 

Prospects of meeting, or fond recollections

Of laughter our memories evoke,

Will bring to us faces of those we love

And emotions of times we last spoke.

 

Thoughts drift to you-and-me times,

Musings of faces in hands;

Memories of smiles and kisses

Or simply of holding hands.

 

Love is our bond that keeps us aglow

Love is the reason we cling.

Love is the light in our unveiled eyes

Love is this poem I bring.