I Missed Her Kiss
I would always sit with coffee on the table near my elbow and regret and miss my violet. It is far better to miss the one at hand for now to miss the real love in THIS life somehow to freshen up the love I have for her to leave the flat unstabled I am no Apartment dwelling worker but a traveled miracle worker plus an important bard. When I think of LOVE and Violet my life becomes less hard. A poet sits and pens an ode to his regret the whiskey bottle empties as he blubbers and laments and as he cries he has his reasons to be sad. But all I ever miss is just one kiss the kiss I did not get yet from my Violet. I missed it. I missed her kiss. I missed her yet.
We have our love.
