MISS YOU SISTER

Sister

I miss you

like the lungs would miss air

and the heart would miss oxygen.

I miss you like the tongue misses water

when it is dry and sallow

and parched with thirst.

I miss you like the grass misses the wind

and the dark night

misses a glass of red wine and the

company of a girl who knows how

to laugh.

I miss you like a cold morning remembering

the warmth of yesterday

like a a table covered in empties

longing for the party which is over.

Like the desert misses the rain.

I miss you

for all the yesterdays are but a memory on my tongue

without your reassuring compliance in the tale;

your laughter is missing from the story

your agreeing eyes are not here.

I miss you like a finished conversation

when the phone is hung up

and the warmth but a memory

setting into sharp relief the present.

I miss your sweet company

your salmon fish cakes and perfectly fried egg

your constant understanding

and your view of trees and things.

I miss your delicate feet and your vibrant love of coffee and all things nice.

I miss you like warm wine misses ice.

I miss your hospitality

and your sweet encouragement

your belief

your indomitable spirit.

I miss your funny

I miss your innuendo.

I miss your ocean depth.

I miss you.