Missing You

WRITTEN FOR dVERSE

MISSING YOU

'I miss you' .......only words and very easily said.

Often scribbled on a letter

And very casually read.

But, if the thought's sincere,

There's physical pain as well,
The real sensation of missing

Can be a physical hell.

The 'missing', I remember,

Was actually self-inflicted.

I hadn't been rejected

Though rejection's often depicted.

I'd ended a relationship

That had lasted several years,.

And I had felt a great relief

Through  inevitable tears

The first few days were euphoric;

I'd done it! I was free!

Only an exciting future

Lay ahead of me.

Then the euphoria vanished!

I was alone and isolated!

  It was, simply, a vacuum

That I alone had created.

I remember the physical feelings,

The weakness and the pain,
The rock I carried where my heart had been

And I thought would never be again.

And yet I'd ceased to love him!

That was the amazing part!

Even so it was my one experience

Of having a broken heart.

I remember crying 'I miss you'

As I lay on the bedroom floor,

Not knowing that greater happiness

Certainly lay in store.

I'd compare it to an illness,

From which one must recover.

I suppose it's just the price one pays

For having had a lover.

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WORLD GONE MAD

A lake, a window, a bowling green,

Clouds and chairs! A bewildering scene!

What is where, and which is winning?

Where's the end? Where's the beginning?

I see a tree, I see a sail;

I see some clouds; I see a rail.

All of them jumbled up completely!

But one thing is behaving neatly.

There am I on the left, quite normal

Among this parade of the informal.

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