Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Guess What

I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you.

Each day,
The longer we are apart,
Is harder,
When we meet,
I’m quiet,
Enjoying the little time we are together.

I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you.

Yet we are not even together,
But we both want the same,
To be together,
Both are scared,
Guess what

I miss you lots.

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