Miss You

Sitting here

Without you

And the night air

Drifts in softly

As I imagine

You here . .

All curled up

Our heads close

On the pillow

As we chat softly . .

The sound of your voice,

Strong and deep,

Lulls me to sleep.

by: Karen D. Joyce

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