I wanted a simple life with him. <br />Barefoot, <br />nights under the stars, <br />watching, <br />breathing in the silence. <br />An honest love. <br />Tenderness. <br />That look that he had, <br />that said without words <br />that he understood <br />and all would be alright. <br />Time and miles never changed that. <br /> <br />I miss the essence of him. <br /> <br />Sometimes at night <br />under those same stars <br />I feel it still. <br />A soft embrace <br />an angel's touch <br />and I am home again.<br /><br />Debra A.G. Hawley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-44/
