Poetry……Miss You I Miss You Everything is incomplete A broken circle An empty box Time with no clock Words without meaning Death but still breath ~B Others are Reading Jim Bob Falls Off the Truck FLARE on GOD 116 Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: On Meeting Joseph Arthur Voice in the Wilderness The Grim Reaper Took Another Love or Lust? Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * seven × 5 =