The Kiss

You kissed me
I stood, standing there
We knew - yes
We were both aware
Your arms would soon
Be filled again
But mine
would just remember when
And yearn
And long for
your return
A friend who knew
My love for you
Demands
‘How can you bear the pain?’
I say it’s sun
That follows rain
Like flowers which burst into bloom
My spirits lift and fill the room
When you return

© Lucille Falk Miller
~ January 3, 2006