Just a thing, not great, but expressing...

[swingloverswing]

I see your face in every car that passes as I walk.
I can’t remember when I didn’t feel desperate for your touch on me,
Sometimes you make music in my ears
while I’m sleeping
And I wake singing
things we sang together,
no words
just singing.

I want to say I miss you,
I want to ask if you think about me
But not remind you of the me you left, the
desperate,
raging
failing.
pools of mistakes
and waves of separation.
I want to remind you of the me you knew
before I needed you,
The me who showed you things
that move, and
things that flame,
The me who made you smile
rather than cry,
The me who had
some me
left in him.

I know that there is nothing in the whispers of the doubts inside me,
I know that there is nowhere we could work like perfect clockwork
Or like twisting birds in spiraled flight.

But I miss the way you understood,
I miss the way you heard me
And I miss the way the light landed on your skin,
And the secret little places where you took me.

I am deepening. I am mostly happy. I am moving on.
But you will always be a part of what I am,
Do missing pieces make us more grateful for the ones that are there?