Herbert Nehrlich - Missed You

I missed you,
you were gone too bloody long.
In all the minutes
that my mind was occupied
with being idle
it hit home
that you were gone.
It's then I knew
that absence is
a crock of old cacatum
thus I proposed
to my smart inner man
a strategy of wits,
whereby all cells
inside the idle mind
would be,
by stealth
and other means,
sent peptides
to ensure
a period of
activity
unmatched
in previous times.
Success was,
needless to report,
a given,
gray matter may,
in times of stress,
through cortisol
and cousins rise
to all occasions
and produce
the mother of all heats.
Tis wonderful
how man can conquer all,
and soothe his soul
in times of absence
and of loneliness
of nights.
Each second was,
there cannot be
a smidgen of a doubt,
preoccupied
with depth
of thought,
of feeling
and things sought.
And it was all,
I am prepared to say,
about the one,
the greatest love
it was,
and here I smile,
about
the one
I know as YOU.

Herbert Nehrlich

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