I miss you.

While reading Wordsworth in the sun,
those woven words I would have spun,
I wonder if you're having fun?
and still
I miss you.

Three words I swore I wouldn't say,
for they give all the game away
though now I have no hand to play
yet still
I miss you.

I wish that you were with me now
you made the best of me somehow
caused me to laugh at every row
and so
I miss you.

I wonder what you did today
and if you're happier this way?
Or do you think of me and say
sometimes
I miss you.

No other words can quite convey
that part of each and every day
is yours. The only thing I pray
is not to
miss you.