Do you miss me
as I miss you?
I miss the not-quite
Brooklyn sound of
your sweet voice
and the wrinkle
your nose makes
when you laugh
and the energy
that flows when
we are close.
I miss the smile
that creeps across
your brow when
I say something
you didn’t expect
and the tingle
when I touch
your waiting
finger and the
lips that I used
to kiss and the
hair that flies
this way and that
– and the warmth
that is you that
consumes my
heart and soul.
Last night I dreamed
that I drove to where
you sleep and rang
your doorbell.
You did not answer
and I stayed at your
door throughout the
night and long into
the morning mist.
I am still standing at
your door, waiting
for you to let me in,
knowing that love
needs warmth to
keep the fire burning
as I stand shivering
in the cold.