Those Moods

I'm in one of Those Moods.

You keep turning round to check the room is empty.

But it is.

So are you.


There is something missing.

The arms that should be round your waist.

The lips by you ear.

The voice that fills your soul with warmth and lifts your heart till you feel as if you could fly away in those arms.

You flutter along that wonderful breeze.


Reality strikes and you fall back to the beggining where all is dull and alone.

There are no arms to fold themselves around you.

Only an empty room.

As empty as you once more feel.


I'm in one of Those Moods.


The End

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