Alone, my thoughts, my fears envelop me.
Awake, asleep, at work — without you there.
I reminisce; the memories abound,
True, some have fled, but eyes yet see your face;
I still can smell your hair — your scent — your tea.
Prompted word was “Missing someone”.
Requester was Merrian Tice
Request method was Mass Mosaic.
Author is Sean Prunka
No copyrights. This poem was released into the public domain by the author.
Author notes: Here’s the rough draft, I still need to work on it a bit more.