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Missing Her Warmth

Edvard Munch, The Sun (1909)

Missing Her Warmth, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The end of the day
Darkness pushes her away
Now not to be seen
Her brilliant smile on my face
Gone! Without a single trace

Searching was in vain
Each moment increasing the pain
Falling to my knees
Wildly calling out her name
My love for her I proclaim

Great is her beauty
Traveling about blithely
With magic power
Everything grows with her touch
As my love for her did such

This heart isn’t of steel
Ripped so deep never to heal
Red upon the ground
Mortally wounded I wept
Without reasoning I slept

Warmth upon my brow
That I survived know not how
Kisses fall softly
Explains why she made her flight
Though she’d like, can’t spend the night