I miss you like the dawn.
Grey streaked horizons,
clumsily reaching for covers,
wrapped up in warmth.
I miss you like the moon.
Dying every night,
so that the sun may love
come morning.
I miss you like the trees.
Leaves dropping in autumn,
so beautiful and yet,
everything is dead.
I miss you like the cold.
Christmas lights,
and holiday joy.
So cold you can feel it in your bones,
like there is nothing else.
I miss you like the stars.
Fading with the new light,
yet always there,
watching.
And most importantly,
I miss you like the wind.
Always around me,
but I can't touch you,
or capture you in my hands.
Always there,
but impossible,
you are.