Jess Langan
Jess is a poet who, even when she writes prose, uses the same music and rhythm that is in her poetry.
I Miss Her
It's Autumn now. The trees are starting to go to sleep for winter. The once green leaves plunge to death on the ground, crackling and crunching under my feet. Those leaves are as dead as the love we once had. The love that once was. The love that will never be again no matter how hard I try to put together these puzzle pieces.
I miss her. There's three words she doesn't want me to say. But I do. There's no way to stop love, it just happens. Butterflies in your tummy, who would have thought? Love sick with no symptoms except rapid heart beat and dizziness. And your cheeks go red sometimes, that's magic.
But here I am, all alone, with no one to love, only this girl. She appears in my dreams. People say the ones they
love are the reason they get up in the morning. For me, she is the reason I go to sleep.
I will miss out on the city lights, sunsets, full moon or even fireworks. Just to see the beautiful face of an angel. An angel in my own dreams.
And when the sun comes up, I'll sit. Sit on that same bench at the park. The bench at the park under those autumn trees we once sat under.
And I'll sit there in case you change your mind.
I miss you. I love you. And I'll always love you. But I shouldn't love someone I'll never see again.
Jess Langan
I miss her. There's three words she doesn't want me to say. But I do. There's no way to stop love, it just happens. Butterflies in your tummy, who would have thought? Love sick with no symptoms except rapid heart beat and dizziness. And your cheeks go red sometimes, that's magic.
But here I am, all alone, with no one to love, only this girl. She appears in my dreams. People say the ones they
love are the reason they get up in the morning. For me, she is the reason I go to sleep.
I will miss out on the city lights, sunsets, full moon or even fireworks. Just to see the beautiful face of an angel. An angel in my own dreams.
And when the sun comes up, I'll sit. Sit on that same bench at the park. The bench at the park under those autumn trees we once sat under.
And I'll sit there in case you change your mind.
I miss you. I love you. And I'll always love you. But I shouldn't love someone I'll never see again.
Jess Langan
