Liam Robertson 2017

Poem

"There is no comforting weight upon my shoulder, no stars visible through the cold boring roof.
The gentle sounds of running water replaced by the whir of a ceiling fan.

Comforting words only seen through the harsh electric light.
Is this what it is like to miss someone?

The wanting to be able to see them, hear their voice?

The feeling of wanting to be able to reach out to grab there hand even though they are kilometers away?

Is this the true feeling of missing one whom you love?'