Poetry of Miroslav Mika Antic - When I Miss You…
I'm thinking someone else's thoughts
Stealing my own time
Dragging it
Between clouds, dreams,
Distance and snow…..
When I get the urge to
Be missed by you
I dream up a song
Close my eyes
And on cobblestones I imagine
A white flower.
When you're gone
Because that's the way I want it
I freeze a smile
Say the name to myself
Take a deep breath
And think
I miss you so much…..
