I’ve been wondering if I miss you Or the space between us That never seems to get any colder Or the wideness of your fingers The textures on your palm Strongly contrasting with The textures of your cheek Rough and smooth Like the edges of conversations Always seemingly left half finished Ready to pick up pace Like a marathoner picking up practice Never quite done Never fast enough For thought to overwhelm But flow Even as nonsensical As we can be capable of being
I don’t miss these moments Almost fairy-like magic Holding breaths Swimming in light I don’t miss these moments Dark humour Covered in giggle coated conversation Being amused at being amused.
I don’t miss these moments
I know I can find them again when I’m with you.
I just miss you.
Janet Orlene
