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Hour of Missing

December 2, 2009
By iluvicecream8 BRONZE, Clarence, New York
iluvicecream8 BRONZE, Clarence, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"What are men compared to rocks and mountains?" ~Pride and Prejudice by: Jane Austen


In the wee small hours of the morning—
I writhe in my calm travail amid the sheets,
Memories of you, utterly shortcoming;
Feel no amorous stroke of your heartbeat.
Let me coil my finger in your long locks,
Let me caress your tender rosy-pink cheek—
As both of our feet and toes interlock;
You, my beloved, the utmost unique.
Yet, I gaze over my shoulder nearby…
You’re not there…incandescently smiling.
Why did you have to leave, and say goodbye?
Your beauty, wit, charm is quite beguiling.
In this hour in the morning, wee and small.
That is the time I miss you most, of all.


The author's comments:
Inspired by Frank Sinatra's song "In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning"

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Milo! said...
on Mar. 14 2010 at 8:04 pm
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