When I Say “I Miss You…”

When I Say “I Miss You…”


When I say I miss you, I mean,

I miss the way I feel when we kiss.

I miss the sight of you in my eyes.

I miss the vision of you in my mind.

My fingertips miss the touch of your skin.

My mouth misses the ruby red of your lips.

Other people can keep all the dandelion seeds,

I don’t need wishes or dreams anymore…

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Let other lovers lie to each other and themselves,

hiding behind words always left  unsaid.

My ears miss our conversation full of strong gentle words:

mostly confessions, musings, and music.

I miss the steady gaze… the care, the love–

your eyes full of starlight stop my breath when you stare…

my hands miss holding the brown and black gold of your hair.

My feet are not cold:  when faced with glory or

another short chapter in the story of my life

the only sin would be in not going where God has led them.

27946070322_7a44a7a8bb_oLet the ones who have zeroes and commas

on their bottom line enjoy all the riches of this world.

Let those who crave fame have their flames fanned

by the applause of all the hands on the planet.

Let those who hunger for power instead of bread

slowly grow cold with the need for control…

I would rather be loving you instead.

The Beginning

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Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University and has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.


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