Longing

I miss you
your cheerful face
your wise eyes.
I miss you
our spontaneous trips
our conversations.
I miss it
that I felt good
when I was with you.
I miss it
how you treated me,
when I was with you.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to come back.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to be here.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want to talk to you
again.


© W. Donovan

World, hold on

Today might be the day
It seems like a whole eternity has passed
It might be today
I’m so tired now
If only you could stop for a moment
Wander and sing in silence
So that only heaven knows what you say
If you could jump into the water
Icy to the bone, it would tell you
If only you could hear the wind’s whisper
You would know what you want the most
If you could watch and see
Everything would be so much more beautiful
Now I’m just waiting for the day
When it all starts
It might be today


© W. Donovan

Somebody else

I drew you
on a piece of paper.
I wanted you
to be the way
I wanted to see you.
I felt disappointed
when it turned out
that you were somebody else.
Not the one drawn
on a piece of paper.

© W. Donovan