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Missing Him Again

Updated on April 22, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Once again a lonely night,

nothing was right,

nights that ended,

in teary dawns.

Life had turned around,

without a single sound,

the I love yous,

now echoed on silent walls.

He was off again,

more money to make,

no time to stay,

take her hand and say –

love you my dear.

No time to dream,

no time for dancing in the dark,

no walks in the park.

Everything that had been right,

turned out so very wrong,

she wished that she could find,

the path to yesterday

and take his hand,

lead him back to what they once had.

With every silver bird that took him to the skies,

she feared for stormy clouds,

for anything that might,

take him away from her forever.

Starting to hate,

the slamming of door,

so final they sounded,

the noise echoing in her mind.

Late into the night,

her heart beating so hard,

while she played the music of their yesteryears,

keep one eye on the news,

hoping everything where he was –

was alright.

Always taking the time,

to say farewell but never good-bye,

the sweetest of kisses

and smiles always saved for him.

How she wished,

they still had stars in their eyes,

the years not taking a thing,

how she wished,

he was there,

telling her they didn’t have much to spend,

but they would go.

Nothing was the same anymore,

she missed him more than she could say,

this time when he returned,

she would tell him,

let’s return to the starry nights,

the dreams we once shared,

let’s return to empty pockets,

most importantly –

let’s return to our love.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      That is so true Shauna. If you have true love you can get through most everything and sometimes having a lot of money can get things to go wrong. Of course having none is another problem.

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 months ago from Central Florida

      It is said that money is the root of all evil. And too often, it's the root of torn relationships.

      Very poignant poem, Rasma.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      That sounds like the right choice Terri.

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      Terrie Lynn 4 months ago from Canada

      This is sad yet so true. My husband and I have a deal. He does as little over time as possible. The rest time from work is for family, friends and animals. Good to reflect on.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      That is the sad side of love when other things take priority FlourishAnyway.

      Thank you Manatita. His songs have always inspired.

      Bev is lucky Bill you have your priorities straight and a wonderful love between the two of you.

      Unfortunately that is a sad reality Ruby. This was partly inspired by the song and by one of my best friends. They have two kids almost all grown up, her hubby has left romance out of their marriage and works, sleep and does gardening jobs on the weekend in that order.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This was a beautiful read. It happens to many. Dollars becoming more important than love...

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      Bill Holland 5 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I had a multi-millionaire offer to fly me to Dallas for a week to interview him for a book he wanted me to ghostwrite. Nice offer...good money...I turned him down. The reason? That's an easy one.....Bev!

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      manatita44 5 months ago from london

      The drive to 'whatever' also drives love away. We get everything else and still feel lonely. Such is life. Nice song by Neil. Great poetry!

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      FlourishAnyway 5 months ago from USA

      This is a sad reflection of what happens too often when money is prioritized above relationships. But I guess there are bills to pay, mouths to feed, and some people just really love their work.