I could twist and toss
this feeling,
or throw it to the wind,
alas still, like your lingering presence
It will be there, etched on my eyelids
when I close my eyes on my pillow.
I miss you.
I’ve admitted it, alright?
I could imagine a storm,
create a masterpiece of
a world when you and me
are there.
But I’m left standing
on a cliff, calling out
for your hand, your love-
to the dawn-reddening
Western skies.
Nothing.
Not even an echo.
Forget counting the days,
In my mind I count you.
Your memories,
your skin, your soul
The laugh. That laugh.
My palms open and close,
the empty void of longing
rising like balloons overhead,
In no hurry to burst.
Do you stare at your ceiling?
Missing life for missing me?
Do tempestuous thoughts of us,
be your only company?
