With the first beam of light in the morning,
It’s the gleam in her eyes I see
When the birds call to the open skies
For clouds to gather, that’s what I miss.

With the faint drizzle of a cold dawn
It’s the fresh scent of her hair
Like roses in the backyard after rain
Soft and alive in petrichor - I miss that too

With the drops that grace spears of grass in winter
It is her skin glistening in the sunlight as she sleeps softly
I miss her myriad ways
In words that cannot express the ache

With the fiery sun that comes out every greyish afternoon
I think of her
As it moves from place to place, with purpose
I often miss her constance

If only I could tell her
How much I miss her...
How much I longed to love her
She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever