i'm missing the
flies circling
the streetlight
i'm missing the
beads on my
pores
and the orange
spills of sun
on leaves
i'm missing
the songs of
cicadas and
crickets
and the dusty
horizon of the
city, seen on
the bridge over
the freeway

the satin of petals
have been forgotten
watermelon waits
to quench
and i pass
right by that too

i'm missing out
on the wonders
not somewhere
but everywhere

life is begging

and i trudge
along
ignoring
the asking cup

i see nothing

am unaffected
by all

i turn inwards

the mind numb
to senses
the heart
knowing
one thing

i am missing you