How do I miss thee?
Let me count the ways:
I miss your loving heart
that beats with a deep caring for others
to the limits of its strength
and perhaps beyond.
I miss the warm communication of your arms
when, from time to time, they say the things that words fail
with a touch, a hug, a gentle pat.
I miss the wit and wisdom that is you
that warms my soul and helps my heart to beat
when life has dragged it down.
I step outside to clear my head,
for the heat of the day lingers in my room
heavy, as if to echo my heart,
and find that the sky cries down
with gentle tears as though it too feels
the longing of my heart at this parting.
For though I have not yet left,
the knowledge that I shall makes me feel
as though the leaving was too long ago
and though I know in my head that it will be
only a short time in hours that I am gone
my soul feels the weight of it as if
those hours might be years.
I miss thee with all my being
for you complete me
in ways that words can not express.
And so I wait the appointed hour
with the desire that I might already be returning,
Your side is where I am meant to be
You are my strength, more so than you might know.
When I do things alone, they have no meaning
when I do things with you, they give me purpose.
You are the moon that lights my path
and keeps me safe in the darkness.