I miss you like the embers
miss the heat
of a flame after they rest on eastern wind
I miss you like a lone astronomer
misses a meteor shower on a clouded eve-
Taunted by the promise of a rare celestial event
I miss you like dusk, so still, misses the jolt
of an afternoon breeze carrying the nectar perfume of spring in bloom
On twilight evenings I miss you most
reminiscing on peace in a quiet crackle,
a toked blaze,
hands in hands,
letting the galaxy wash over us before retiring in tent.
Mind The Mess On Mondays 