Miss me? <br />Miss me. <br />My friend thinks it a wonder <br />you never kissed me. <br />Kissed me? <br />With sighs you claim autumn leaves are far too flaky, <br />Always drifting, until they float away <br />Waving goodbye to our shining, lighter days <br />Then you stop to miss me. <br />Miss me? <br />Lack of warmth brings new pleasures for seeking <br />Snowwomen are simply pretty, <br />Stable, and mysteriously cool <br />The perfect love in dark days <br />Then suddenly, they melt away. <br />With wet sadness, again you start to miss me. <br />Miss me? <br />I’m sorry to say, indeed, that you have missed me. <br />Missed me? <br />I swiftly floated away in waiting, fading <br />to different season’s days <br />Now I bet you wish that <br />you could never <br />miss me? <br />Miss me. <br />Miss me. <br />I’m sure you wished you’d kissed me? <br />Goodbye.<br /><br />Francesca Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-summer-clouds/
