I miss you

I miss all the times–
When the morn was young and
When the sun was still yawning,
Stretching its eager rays across the sky
And onto your gentle face
–But all that’s left now is empty space.
There’s a hole in my chest knowing you’re gone
Breath, light, sight
a memory of a time and place, fixed
If only we could’ve fixed?
We had our days and ways
–imperfect, but bright and
lovely all the same, giving way to
Sweet, languid afternoon
We’ll get up eventually…soon
and lay down our worries for
another time, another place.

I miss all the little things–
The way we’d walk
And talk,
And sleep.
The way we’d laugh,
and play,
and eat:
The gentle rhythm of the day to day.
It’s something we know but forget:
That the music of life is in
The little joys in living,
The almond joys in your bag,
And waiting for your embrace
When you’d come home to my arms
After a long day.
–This tired life isn’t worth living
Without a bit of tenderness,
lots of good intentions,
And kisses on your cheek.

I miss you and me
Our time fading to memory
Rumination, and revery.
I always thought and felt
We’d have a house built for three:
for our love, for you, and for me.
For now, I can only pray
That once more we’ll be together someday,
When the morn is still young,
and our sunshine is here to stay.

Today, however, I will miss you.