Dennis Maulsby

A BIT OF TORCH

Snowflakes drift past my window,
my house cold and drear.
All alone staring out the window,
only warm when you are near.

I dream again of sun-lit summer,
when we walked hand-in-hand.
Just we two in prairie-flowered summer,
your face and arms golden-tanned.

I pass the time locked in memories,
knowing that’s all I’ll possess.
My skin burns with fleshy memories
and seeks the return of your caress.

My hopes crushed in your letter
in gentle script that bid me adieu.
The scent of your perfumed letter
betrays my sin of missing you.

Submitted for the March 2011 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Missing You”