miss you....

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You live in my thoughts—and
Own a house on that street.

You inhabit my writing—
Live in the spaces between words—

The places where I pause,
Inhale and exhale.

Obviously, you’ve become
Part of me.

But what does it take to be a memory?

One jagged arm of lightning
And a bottle of wine
Will suffice.

I don’t need to remind you—
We’re on a ball of mud
Hurtling through space—

But I don’t feel it—
Only the turmoil inside me
When I need you and you’re not there.

Everything inside me is jumbled,
And now the shards
Of this broken dream
Are part of the mosaic.

I can’t stand your absence or
These nights of waiting.

I’ve wound all the clocks,
Surrendered to their gears –
You’ll come or you won’t;

Regardless, I spent
Another day of darkness,
Of clouds and rain
Watching rain trails
Down an indifferent pane—

God, how I miss you…