The Longing

Twenty years, twenty, more or less,
I lay beside you, and
inhaled your sweet breath.

It filled my lungs, like an
ocean breeze, and
rocked me into sleep,

Through many elations and valleys
my longing grew, like an
itch that can't be stopped.

This desire with not fade away, 
as distance and hours
try to be obstacles in my path.

I know I will forever long for you.



Copyright Denise A White