So my honey is still sick. He goes back to the doctor tomorrow. I haven’t seen him since Friday and yes, I do know that’s not that long ago. But I miss his face. His smile, his laugh. And a whole host of other things that would turn this post into more naughty than intended.
So I wrote a poem for him. I have decided that it is easier for me to type poetry from my brain and heart than to actually pen it on paper. My pen hits the paper and I draw a blank. Despite that piece of useless info I penned this. It’s short. But I like it.
Pocket Heart
He is not here
My He is gone
My heart is with him
In his pocket drawn
No place else for it to be
No place else for it to go
Safe there it is
Warm there I know
The beats thump his name
Everyday it grows
Waiting in his pocket
Forever unknown
Just close to him
No want to roam
Feel better love.
Always,
Lady X
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