Garth Rakumakoe

The Way Only You Can

I miss you most

I realize

when you abduct me, unaware

with those dark, gazing eyes

When I catch myself, transiently

wearing your face, imitating

your lip curl, to myself

what you would be saying

about this, that, or other

out of body, captured

by sculptured imaginings

conjured up, by your presence

in your absence - stolen moments

whose palatable vibratos

thus murmur; Happy Soul

the way only you

can make them