I’m Missing
I know the time is creeping near.
When will you be home, my dear?
I spend all my time complaining.
My interest in life is truly waning.
Sorry if I come across as rude.
I’m not even looking at food
I know we fulfilled many things.
Still, being away from you stings.
windybound
ziibi1
Adventures in Poesy 
Jul 20, 2010 @ 14:58:20
Oh….how much longer?
Jul 23, 2010 @ 08:54:21
I loved this windy. It was so short and simple, I read it again.
This love has indeed matured.
BTW you guys have created a wonderful concept, challenging each other.