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I Miss You Johnny

My mind is a drift,
A storm of memories.
A constant reminder.
Pain endured,
Pleasure excepted.
Needing order,
expecting chaos.
There is no way to undo,
Memories that will always be.

My mind is a drift,
Some memories so vivid,
And yet,
Others just a blur.
Why do you stand out,
Surpassing all others.

I close my eyes,
And its as if you are,
before me.
I can see you,
Smell you.
In my mind,
I can feel the softness of your lips,
pressed to mine.

I open my eyes and you have,
Vanished.
And only then I realize,
My mind is a drift,
A storm of memories.
A constant reminder.

Pain endured,
Pleasure excepted.
scblue scblue 26-30, F 2 Responses Nov 16, 2011

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Thank you..

Beautiful poem.