Miss me, my darling



Mon amour, my darling,

Am I a sudden interruption in a moment?

When I catch you gazing at this antique heart

You said I am a curator of your museum

Perhaps, a dialect of this compelling language,

Where I discerned your tears and felt your scars

My thoughts are on demarcation,

My drafts are pretty coarse

And every time I remain a solivagant

Struggling somewhere in this chaos

Did you miss me, my darling?

When subtle hints of reality reminded you of this verse

When your silence tells me in deference, my love

I am conversing through this acoustic melody;

A symphony from my mind’s chords to your heart

Does that comply with your random thoughts?

That an obscure sentiment, so precise

Brought to the light

Telling me,

That I’m alive in every word you describe

Your past, present and future

I remained as an unscathed hope in your life,

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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