I miss the way your hair
Falls below your shoulders
Whipping the ivory moon around
Like she’s your hand maiden
Ready to do your bidding
I miss
The way you hold the wind hostage
And have private conversations
As she’s sailing by on
Her way home
I miss the space you occupy
Solid and empty
At once
In love and at peace
Upon Earth
I miss the gentle texture of your
Lacey skin
Saturated with warmth, with home
With smells of nurturing, safety... comfort
And,
Isn’t it lovely to long for memories so close,
To bring them home, and make them radiant again
In the sphere
Of this passing mind