Miss E and me are relatively
similar in thought
and she makes me relax
when comfort is sought

She has a way of saying
the things I need to hear
by a smile that travels far
even though she can’t be near

I miss Miss E with me
The sense of her presence
as she knocks on my heart
and defeats my defence

She has a way of melting me
and I will play along
to be the strings of her guitar
and the tenor of her song

Miss E is holding on to me
even if she is not aware
that I turn my head around every night
wishing for her to be there