The Missing Never Stops

I miss you 

And in all this time

The missing has never stopped 

Nor ever failed me

Even when I have tried to forget you

You remain in my mind

Centred around my heart

Hidden in my soul

Like the mixing of paint colours

I am a different hue 

Something deeper and a little more blue

I miss all your words 

And how they inspired mine

How you made me think and overthink and think again

And while we sometimes disagreed

That never meant we didn't also see 

Eye to I

I miss your music 

And all the ways the songs you sent sang to me

How a familiar tune became brand new 

And held the sentiments for feelings I could not express

I miss you in all of our tomorrows

The stories we could have written

And in yesteryear memories 

Learning your history

How I felt myself becoming a part of it

I was there with you 

Though neither of us knew it at the time

The feeling of one another 

Knowing you were out there 

Somewhere

Without a name

I miss you in those special moments 

The sunrises and sunsets

The bonfire nights with whisky on ice

The mornings filled with seduction

The long drives in fast cars, on motorbikes, and old trucks

Speeding along highways and slowly down back country roads

Finding ourselves once more in that cabin in the woods

Where we could be alone 

Without worrying about time

Because all of it was ours to spend

I miss the quiet coffees

And savoury french toast with salt and pepper instead of sweet syrup

The freshly caught fish that I would eat only because you wanted me to try

The roast chicken dinners with vegetables from your garden

I miss your hands 

And the way you smelled of earth and air and rain

You held thunderstorms within you and I felt the power

Every time we connected

I miss the electricity and heat and passion you contained

And the way you made love to me

So that my body became yours

Feeling and wanting you everywhere 

Within me

Now and always

Body, and heart, and soul

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you 

And the missing never stops