At Heart I Am Missing You (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I do know at heart that you are still mine,
that you are perceptible and tangible real,
do not know of errors that you repine,
do not know that living apart is ideal,

or how my twice broken heart will now heal
while you are not with me totally true
and with a marriage on hold I must deal,
at heart sincerely I am missing you,

are missing the way you used to care,
told me about a ring and a necklace,
did your life and your worries with me share.
Now you are acting totally reckless.

Do they still do anything to you say:
the rites enacted on our wedding day?
© Gert Strydom