Treasure Island

Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

Missing The Touch


staring into space
replaced by staring
into blank screen

missing linked touch
your mind distraction
to everything else blind

not much I value
more than a few random
thoughts from you

seems life is moment vacant
spaces waiting for missing you
to appear from distant blue

did you not guess
I wanta come over
hours roll over

I cannot breathe
it's time to leave
lovers some bleed


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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Written in April 2014 on the 7.4.2014.

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