I look for you.
Every morning
Your words
Greet my day.
I miss you,
My expectation,
Selfish I know.
There is a longing
It lingers
As hours pass.
There is nothing.
No word.
Still
I miss you.
What is longing?
Attention?
Desire?
I am fumbling,
I am clumsy,
I hesitate.
Love is perilous,
Swimming in my head.
Are you real?
I miss you.
Morpethroad 
Beautiful! 🙂
Thank you Penny, this poem I wrote some time ago when my pen friend went on a weeks holiday and I didn’t receive any correspondence for over a week. The hide of some people.