Missing You

I miss his body, not his mind,

although, both were sharp,

and slightly defined.

His soft, gentle voice,

his piercing, steely blue eyes,

behind which he harbored

nothing but lies.

Tell me why I miss his body,

and not his mind?

Tell how to release my tension,

tell me how to unwind?

Tell me how to let go,

of painful memories?

Why did I see,

the truth behind his lies?

Why did I look,

behind those steely blue eyes?

Why couldn't I let

sleeping anxieties lie?

So now I miss his body,

but someday, I'll truly miss his mind.

--R. A. Melos

copyright 2002

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