To Be Missed
I skim through the countless grains of sand
In search of our love.
Or was it lost among the pearls in the sea?
Perhaps taken to Davy Jones Locker?
A prisoner of the deep.
I am a vexed soul on the verge of losing sleep.
Hoping to grasp affection…
I never intended to keep.
Chasing after the elusive thought of Do You Miss Me?
Love always, Esha ❤
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