Friday, November 11, 2016

Pressing thoughts

Pressing Thoughts

I press my nose against the glass
And try and peer inside
There is someone I long to see
And hold and love with pride.

I press my ear against the door
And try to hear his noise
There is a voice I long to hear
And wish I had that choice

I press my hands in to the gap
A hand or foot to touch
There is a touch I've missed so long
And l still miss it so much

I press my lips together
And remember my last kiss
There wasn't time to do it long
And it's a thing I miss

I press my hands together
And silently I pray
That where you are you feel my love
And I'll be with you someday

-Roy Hayward 


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