I Know Not

I know not the countless hours I have waited to hear you speak my name,

to hear your voice dance through my eardrums, once again,

pirouetting its way to my heart.

I know not the number of days I have counted on my nimble fingers,

anxiously waiting and wondering when I might be graced with your encouraging presence,

with your superior divinity.

I know less of many subjects, but of you,

I know well enough.

I know the curve of your jaw,

the touch of lips,

the glint in your eyes,

and the love in your heart,

but I know not where you are.

 

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Author: Catherine Caruso

Writer of words. Lover of dogs.

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