Here's a poem I wrote.  I don't know what to name it yet.  Please don't steal it but if you like it please let me know.

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Honestly? I miss him.

I refuse to lie.

I miss the dreams we use to share.

I miss looking into his eyes.

I miss the smell upon his skin.

The way he use to taste.

The passion when we made love.

The gentleness in his embrace.

And though I may never see him again

Never hear his voice.

I still love him just as much.

This was not my choice.

And I hear he is a liar,

That I can believe.

I hear his ways are dyer.

And that I know I've seen.

Still, I wish he'd never left me,

Left the shelter of my wings.

But he wanted to be set free.

But used a trail of lies of all things.

I feel the man I loved has died,

His murderer taking his place,

And that he never lied.

When he said he loved me to my face.

So I'll miss him in the morning,

Every time I raise from bed.

I'll miss him every evening,

Every night I lay my head.

And I see him everywhere I go.

Everywhere we ever went.

The healing process will be slow,

When I can still smell his scent.

It's in my mind, in my nose,

It's in my heart, it's in his clothes,

It's in my truck, where we rode so long.

And I am stuck, trying to be strong.

What I would give to heal him,

And him come back to me,

But the chance of that is very slim,

But I still wish and dream.

Call me a fool. Call me insane.

I guess it's probably true.

But I had never felt this love before

That I found in his kiss and "I love you".

He swore to love me forever.

And I promised I would hold him to it.

~ValrieK~