I miss you in the space between

my heartbeats fed by yesterday’s love

My hopes of you take flight in dreams

as lonely as a crimson dove

Awaken not a sleeping wish

as honesty swims in eventide

A long-known soul, a timeline miss

a promise bled where chances bide

I miss you in the space between

perpetual paths our starlight knew

My hopes of you take flight in dreams

where you tell me, “I miss you, too.”

I miss you

My door is ajar as

I feel your bitter absence.

With a cast of the die,

your shadows hide behind

radiant moon,

slapping spokes of the stars.

My hammer pounds

your transparent presence -

I try to touch

wisps of smoke in winter.

You are a ghostly stowaway

hanging onto my pants leg

as I fluff pillows

with dreams

of fleeting apparition.

I reach up

to feel your mist

and play the piano

of your soul

as your spirit

vacantly stares.

Stuck between floors,

I exist for what was -

your footprints wafting

just out of my sight.

I shiver forlornly

remembering

breaths of our past

as bare feet patter

down an empty hallway -

a wraith who can only offer

a cup of empty.

I miss you as my tears

fall into yesterday.

Plucking your tunes

from your absent sky

I vacuum away

my sorrows of our past

holding your hand

until you fall

into the deepest sleep.

Translucent winds’ dance,

bathing your skin.

I pray to hear your words,

I miss you, too!

i miss you

in sweet morning dew

golden sunrise

alights anew

i miss you

at blazing noon

sun tip top

descending soon

i miss you

while sky blushes pink

pastel sun

at sky’s brink

i miss you

when moon ascends

feeling refusing

to rescind

i miss you

with the sun

with the moon

broken heart’s

unending tune

dreaming

for an

“i miss you too.”

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i miss you

in those moments

between “Mommy’s Day”

and the next

“Mommy’s Day”

i hope you remember

i’m your Mommy

every day

i reach for your hand

to cross the street

an automatic gesture

as a mother of three

but my hand is met

with air that’s cold

and my heart

feels a little more empty

sometimes

i cry

into your favorite

stuffed animal

i used to cry

over a glass of bourbon

today i cry

into words

i made a place for you

in my own body

grew you proudly

despite the shame

of being an unwed mother

i gave to you

all of the love

in my heart

i watch you grow

and that love multiplies

as you give it back to me

in whispers

and in shouts

and when the mornings

are quiet

and empty

the hours

until i see you

stacked against me

when my mind

reaches for comfort

in some thing you said

or did

recorded

in my facebook memories

i facetime you

just to hear you say,

Mommy,

i miss you, too

“I miss you, Daddy,” she whimpers

crying in the night

holding her dear teddy bear

waiting for daylight

hoping against hope

that when she opens her eyes

Daddy will be there

and give everyone a surprise;

They keep saying he’s not coming back

that he’s gone to be with God

but she’s praying he’s just hiding

though that thinking is flawed

for she saw him lying in the church

saw them put him in the ground

watched them cover him with dirt

placed flowers on the mound.

She burrows under the blankets

hugs her teddy to her heart

quietly listens to the silence

for a whisper in the dark;

if she listens closely,

she’s certain that it’s true,

she’ll hear her daddy say to her

“Darlin’, I miss you, too.”

I miss you

And leave me alone

Barbed wire and

Soft daisy meadows

Inside that tiny

Heart of mine

That's just not

Fair to leave me like this

Where I toss and I turn

In an endless abyss

I need to see you if it's only to

Say I never want to see you again

Until then

I despise you and I guess I

I miss you, too

I miss you

As I try to kiss you

Picture this

As I reminisce you.

Loneliness

Will make me lonely

Picture this

My one and only.

I wish you

Sometimes felt as I do

Picture this

And say “I miss you

Too”.

“I miss you”, Breeze wakens and whispers

Beckoning, she bristles pine needles

As the rustling leaves, young and tender,

Echo bells of her forest’s church steeple

Breeze, aloft, amidst azure skies

Sails white satin on pure lapis lakes

Shaping cotton to characterize:

Animation, wisps Breeze with her

rakes

Sonnets, carried on wings of a bird,

Hunting worms in the shade of a tree,

Translate Breeze and her chorus of words:

Morning Musical, Flying Free

Breeze is drowned out by babbling

brooks

Pouring snowmelt across polished stones

Forming stories in Nature’s book

Secret tales writ on breezes, unknown

As her brush strokes the dusk, drawing

nigh

And the sun, dipped in ebon

imbues

Tints of purple and pink drips; tie-dye

Eve’s still air echoes, ”I miss you”, too

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photo credit: sandra rugina

I miss you.

Winter mornings

Cold lace skin and hot red heart

Snowflakes stuck on mittens

Building hollow castles and

Melting in the snow

Face flushed, brushed by the

Falling sky

Winter nights

Blankets heaped

Warm cocoa memory on teeth

Packed all around with snow

Drifting off to sleep

Once more

Summer days

Sticky popsicle fingers

Sinking into the sky and

Running

Tearing up the emptiness

Delicately

Summer nights

Stars hung from strings

When just to be under them was

Enough

Covering up the quiet with

Soft sheets

Autumn came, like always

But the crispness to the air was

Missing, left behind in the confines

Of whatever place

Was holding you

Slipping in and out of days

Listlessly

The brilliance filled our teacups to the brim

But now it has been drunk

You could never have said,

I miss you, too.

People think it’s not possible to miss what you’ve never had.

But I miss the place where I’ve never had you.

I miss you.

Even if you were never there.

I miss the rise and fall of your nonexistent chest.

I miss you.

But you don’t miss me.

Because you were never even here.