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I Miss Your Face
by Joan SerratelliI miss your face
in the morning
when I wake,
you're not here
I miss our arguements
our making up
and our talks
I miss your face
in the afternoon
when you're not working
I miss you telling me off
I miss your face
in the evening
when you come home
to sleep
I miss your face
but I know
you had to leave
It was time
I must accept that
and try
to go on from here
I miss your face
your smiles
your frowns
your ups and downs
I miss your face
02/15/2009 Posted on 02/15/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/16/09 at 06:22 PM I love your poetry for its utter honest exposure of reality. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/16/09 at 10:47 PM I agree with Elizabeth...feelings this open must be sere and plain and "there." Yours are, Joan. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/18/09 at 06:26 PM isn't it amazing how no matter what some people do, we still remember them, we still miss them. maybe sometimes we shouldn't but time's a hard thing to throw away. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/18/09 at 08:18 PM Simple but clear effective message. Makes me a bit sad to, realizing how many faces I myself miss. |
| Posted by Tony Young on 03/08/09 at 08:57 PM How did I miss this one, that single line says it all, great stuff Joan, it could even be magical. |
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