Do you miss me
Am I a fleeting thought in the back of your mind
Do you miss the way I laugh
When jokes were not really that funny
Do you miss my voice
Soft and tender at times and then at other times, not
Do you miss my hands
Silk compared to yours but holds so much strength
Do you miss my presents
Always watching and knowing, you are never alone
Do you miss my silence
It speaks volumes if you know how to hear what I’m saying
What I miss, I tend to want back
Do I miss you?








Loved the flip at the end!
Thank you, Raven xoxo
Agree with Raven. That is one helluva solid landing at the end
Thank you, Willow xoxo
Some endings never end, others end before they’ve really begun, but always the questions remain. Well played 🌼
Thank you, Average Joe xoxo
Powerfully penned, Fia. You stuck the ending my friend, love the sleight of hand on the last line. Very clever, indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian xoxo