Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight  I am  drowning.

I love it when I check my phone
and your name with a picture of
you  in  your bathtub shows  up
and I love how your text message
says  to me "I  love  your  poetry,
never stop writing."

I love the feelings I get when I
look at my photographs of you.
One  of  your  hugs  would  be
good right now.

I crave you in the most innocent
form. I  crave to say "goodnight"
and kiss you on the forehead and
say "I adore you" when you feel
at you worst.

I crave you  in  ways where I  just
want to be next to you and nothing
more or less.
                                                                                             Jon York   2024