The Month

Closed my eyes,
Repeating
It will all be over soon,
The month is nearly up.

Closed my eyes,
I see her smile,
her green eyes,
Her tongue sticking out at side of her mouth.
The month is nearly up.

It’s been torture,
Little contact,
Not seeing her,
The sound of her voice been remove from my life.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
it also makes the bearer impatient,
irritable,
Anti-social.

The month is almost up,
I could scream,
I hate timing,
But there is nothing I can do about it now.

I will see her for 3 weeks when I return,
They will go fast,
I dread Scotland,
Can’t wait to return,
But dread.

Won’t be able to hold her,
No more coffee at our favorite pub,
Unable to see her daily.
Relying on Skype and Facebook,
To get my drug fix.

Closed my eyes,
Repeating
It will all be over soon,
The month is nearly up,
I will see her soon.

© 2012-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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