Poem: My Beloved
Where is my beloved?
The one who
complements
my soul
and brings out the best in me?
I hear his voice
in my mind
and I see his face
at the edge of my vision
.
I sit and listen
as the other drones
about his opinions
and his supposed knowledge.
I dream about travels
and experiences
shared with my beloved
by my side.
I know he is not here.
My heart is sore
I feel like there is something missing
from my life.
And who I thought was him isn't him.
Now I lie awake at night
with a substitute
snoring
at my side.
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