Tuesday 3 February 2009

I miss

I miss

I miss
the bustle of

comings and goings
strong builder’s tea
and chirpy chatter

I miss
the shelter
of tender arms

the fragrance of hair
and the drawn out natter

I miss
the aroma
of mellow brewed coffee

freshly done laundry
and
I miss you, your smiles, your everything

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