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