Missing Lover

• Elle Cavanagh, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

beneath the city lights, my heart aches and my throat is tight
Is it your eyes I’m after?
the crimson eyes that sparkle in the sunrays and glow beneath the moonlight
no it can’t be
for if it were just your beauty, your desire will be spoiled and i would’ve lost my interest far to soon
what else would it be?
the way you laugh every time i speak, every time i attempt to be funny?
sure it’s genuine laughter
but just that factor wouldn’t satisfy my appetite
just what else could there be?
i’m dying to see you so come for me
but wait.
that's it, I know what i'm after
such a fool to not realise
I love every part of you, swear you miss me too?