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 Plaster Voice in the Wilderness Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Ochre Grasses Extra Terrestials An Old Man Went Before Heaven Re-Naming Rita Skeeter Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * eight − = 6