Missing You

I miss you, deeply
Like children miss the sting
Of a friendly bee

Sincerely, now
I miss you like dried up wood
Misses a fire

Honestly, I do
Like cats miss the groping hands
Of touchy toddlers

I admit, I think
I must miss you somewhat more
Than my cold last week

It is weird, you know?
How much I can’t imagine
My life without you

And yet, here I am
Missing you like today’s wave
Of unfinished tasks


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