The Longing of You
I would write a poem of the little things I miss
like the feel of your bristle on my face
the funny moments we shared
mostly sleeping with your breath
but that would only bring me pain.
I would write about the nights
that I cried gently on my pillow
longing to cleanse myself of you
in search of a new growth
but that sorrow could not be wiped away.
I hope when you think of me in the future
you do so with a smile on your face
a sense of happiness in your heart
a buried understanding of our love
The love we shared brought wonder,
wish we could have made it last longer.
- Cynthia Edith Gurrola