I realised when it is that I most miss my Beau. When it is that I really notice that he is not there. When I am not just alone, but feel a pang of loneliness.
It isn't in my bed at night. It isn't when I'm out with friends. It isn't sitting in the lounge. It isn't when I talk with Svend..s (I couldn't resist the rhyme!).
It is when I say good-bye and walk away or close the door. I know that I'm not walking with him and I know that I am not walking to him. So, I miss him.
Posted by giffy at July 18, 2005 04:53 PM | TrackBack