I miss you as
the once embraced,
now without
the warmth is cold,
and whose shivering
splits him up,
and whole who wants
to be again.
I miss you as
the smitten one,
who cant without
his poison do,
and screams that when
the bottle comes,
so should the sharer
of the cup.
I miss you as
the autumn twig,
does its leaves
of which its bare,
and though it now
feels the sun,
it rues its stark
nakedness.
I miss you as
the twilight tear,
does mellow fires
that it holds,
and shimmering to
the dust it falls,
to lose its very
universe.
I miss you in
anticipation.
I miss you while
you\'re there still.
I miss you for
the fact that will,
establish your
temporariness.