I wanted a simple life with him.
nights under the stars,
breathing in the silence.
An honest love.
That look that he had,
that said without words
that he understood
and all would be alright.
Time and miles never changed that.

I miss the essence of him.

Sometimes at night
under those same stars
I feel it still.
A soft embrace
an angel's touch
and I am home again.

by Debra A.G. Hawley

Comments (4)

Don't know much about the formality of poetry, but this one made me weak in the knees and sobbing in my hanky.If you knew me you would know what high praise this is.
Thank you Debra, for four truly wonderful poems. More please?
You are a true and wonderful poet. Again, you have delivered another beautiful piece. Just one little thing, that you might want to look at: - 'That look that he had that said without words' for me would read better like this 'That look that he had, that said without words' Otherwise, it is a perfect read. What a pleasure to meet you. Kind regards Gyp's
Debra, you must have loved him very much, because I too have lost a love like that, and I know how it feels. Good work, Scarlett