Sunday, June 2, 2013


Lying next to you

Watching you sleep

Watching your chest rise up and down

Your hand draped over me

Pulling me close

It reminded me of what was

What I miss and what I long for

Those few hours of security

Those few hours of being taken care of

Those few hours of being a queen

Listening to you as you talk

Whispering words laced with hidden meanings

Words fail to explain what I truly feel

I would trade all I have in a heartbeat

Just to feel what I felt again.

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

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