Strawberry Blonde

A poem from June 2016

I miss you. 
Those long slender fingers, hair so soft. 
A strawberry red. 
Eyes that can wash my troubles away. 
I missed you more than I admit. 
Loneliness bathes me without you, I stare off into space. 
Stare off wondering if I ever come up in your own head. 
Separate lives, separate beds. 
You once told me that I deserved everything. 
I sometimes wonder if I deserve you. 
You leave again, filling me with more memories. 
Memories that I can turn to in the months ahead. 
I’ll see you again soon.