Missing You


my wings turn to lead when we’re apart

without you I have no-one to cradle the moon to sleep

when I cannot taste your warm, liquid lips my bones feel brittle and dry

tiny slivers of my heart break off with each breath that I take alone

come home to me as soon as you can

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About KatieP

Embracing my midlife sexy while exploring modern love & relationships • Devoted to all things beautiful • Master of Arts in creative writing & non-fiction writing