Blonde

I thought you were here I woke up grasping the pillow As I opened my eyes I prayed But you were no where to be found

At that moment I felt so weak Lost because I was yet again alone I wanted to just dream again Just something to have shown my selfishness has not grown

I clinched the pillow with my life Softly caressing it, as I do your face Such sorrow because I missed you But some day, will we meet in another place?

I close my eyes and see your soft smile The eyes that glisten when I say I care The lips that tenderly kiss my soul I feel your breath, the light wind that falls on my face

With emotions stirred I opened my eyes Slowly gazing over the cold pillow Something catches my overflowing pain One single strand of blonde hair lays untouched

You were really here with me after all...

By: Mika Buell January 12, 2002 6:00 p.m.

Inspired by: This poem is a true story..everything about it. I woke up, wished I wasn't alone... started thinking about someone very special in my life, I open my eyes up wishing they were there... then I glance over, and there's a blonde hair. I have no clue how it got there.