I Miss You

How could you be finished with me before I was done with you?

Man in a bar by North Studio

The bed was empty this morning, even with me and the cats in the covers. You weren’t in the kitchen, either, brewing coffee or cooking breakfast.

No, I didn’t find you there. And you weren’t in the garden tending your pansies.

I told them you were gone, but they just kept on smiling, like idiots.

I looked everywhere then watched your hummingbirds hover, zoom and fly away.

Wish I could fly away to you without this heavy heart and broken wings.

We were soul mates! How could you be finished with me before I was done with you?

Whose eyes will see you smile? Whose hands will rub your cold feet? Whose fingers will brush your hair?

Soft, long and the color of peaches in Spring. I can still smell it.

So now I’m in this bar. Not to drown my sorrow in booze. But to remember who we were together.

To embrace the reality that you are gone, that the Cosmos saves everything by changing it.

You changed in a heartbeat, a change so sudden and complete my breath ran away.

It may never return, but I too am saved for you changed me.