Return to Me My Lover

I rolled over into an uninhabited space in bed
No arms there to hold my head.
Seems like insomnia lay there, instead.
We lay there listening to the thunder clapping;
Rain on the windowpane tapping
Oh, give mercy to my longing soul!
I miss your heart beating next to mine,
Your lips to sip like wine.
Preoccupation turns into despair
Days and nights rise and disappear
Misery floods my heart.
Dearest, return to me when
Sun appears and disappears

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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