Monday, February 27, 2012

Over You

Over  You


I miss the passion we shared in each kiss

The smell of you and the comfort

In every embrace


I miss the acrobatics we called sex

The feats we achieved

Out doing the night before


I miss he debts of our conversation

The sharing of ideas

Contemplating and sharing contempt


I miss that time our paths were aligned

Our goals were set and mutual

The limit

Heaven bound


I miss what we had

What we shared


I realize

All of the many things I miss


I don’t


©Christopher F.  Brown 2012


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