I will not miss you like a child misses a blanket
or a year misses a season which has just passed
or as childhood is remembered from furrowed brows;
the parched lips that had once drunk from
the fountain of youth.
nor will I miss you like a widowed lark
that stays up all night believing in
melodic necromancy -
- I do not believe in such things,
as I do not believe in a god I forsook,
when I realized I did not miss him
as I missed the comfort of ignorance,
Nay, I cannot miss you like a poem misses its muse
which miss her till eternity dies
or a juvenile favour that leaves one
benevolent and misses benevolence for all of its days.
Instead I must miss you like an accepted part of every day -
- the ticking of clocks, the buzzing of gadflies,
the first few moments after awakening that misses a dream
or the Korean vase upon the chiffonier
which misses last week's dahlias
or the street dog misses its late keeper-of-crumbs
or an ink quill misses the words it bore
or a poet misses his wordless days.
I will miss you
like I have missed all the things that have passed before
which have prepared me,
to miss you.
Time happens. Things end. People move on. But the mind never ages and lives in yesterday.
If I could lose weight half as fast as I do lose friends...
This is beautiful. I love the flow and word choice.
Andddddddd welcome to my favorites lol
True... so very, very true