Love Missed

I haven’t written a poem in a while. I was just laying in bed listening to rain drops and this came pouring out.

Guess the rain did its job.

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I miss the potential of you that I conjured up in all my imaginings

When I saw what you could be, if only you were brave enough to grow and evolve from who you were

When I inhaled the scent of you and basked in the warmth of your embrace

I miss your lips implanting the sweetest of nothing’s as you kissed my 3rd eye and opened me up too receive all that was good, special and magical about you

I miss the heat that blushing brings to my face and the moist desire gathering between my thighs as I remember the sensual details you whispered of all the things you’d like to do to me

I miss the encouragement and support that your friendship brings

A pillar of protection from life’s storms and pain

I miss the perfect representation of Love we could represent by being our imperfectly authentic selves

I miss the security of knowing my heart could rest safely in your hands and you’d cherish it like the most precious of gifts

I miss ignorance being bliss and not knowing the emptiness of love missed.

~micaiah

Author: MYD-Dreams

Micaiah Yhisrael is an author out of Cincinnati, OH. with a variety of writing genre’s and interests. Her love for reading and writing grew and flourished at an early age. Micaiah is a nurse by trade and a writer at heart. She’s a multi-faceted individual and it shows in the variety of works she is involved in. Book subjects range from inspirational, motivational, children’s empowerment to urban fiction and beyond. Micaiah’s creative flow and energy is at work, creating thoughtful and provoking stories. She can be found on social media including: Pinterest, Instagram and Twitter as MYD_Dreams. You can also find her sharing her tidbits of wisdom, known as Micaiahism’s, on Facebook as: MY-D Dreams. View all posts by MYD-Dreams