I miss you most at night, I think. <br />In the last few moments before you sleep, <br />when a hard day's work and a tired mind, <br />drew back the curtains of your soul. <br />We would talk in low voices, <br />as if not to disturb the gentleness between us, <br />and the rest of the world faded to black, <br />leaving us alone, <br />telling of the day, sharing dreams and ideas. <br />I have listened to your soft voice so many times, <br />it had become the song in my heart. <br />My eyes gazed upon your sleeping face <br />and I became addicted. <br />And when sleep finally took you over, <br />even when I knew, <br />you would talk no more, <br />I would have to force myself, <br />to turn of the light, <br />to step into the night, <br />and to leave you alone to dream. <br /> <br />I have often asked myself, <br />why life was this cruel? <br />Why did I need you like a drug, <br />when you could not love me anymore? <br /> <br />I miss you most at night, I think. <br />In the last few moments before I sleep, <br />when my soul longs for what it briefly had; <br />The warmth of your body at night. <br />The smell of you, sleeping in my arms. <br />The sound of you, saying my name. <br />The sight of you, first thing in the morning. <br />I lost all I ever needed, <br />when I lost you. <br /> <br />I miss you...<br /><br />Dewald Viljoen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-night-12/
