I see you in magpies
I look to the Moon
and imagine you, up
Warmth of Sun, babbling of brook
You are the wind wrapped around me
flush against my cheek
The breaking bark, the falling leaf
The crow atop the fence
Through rain, through sleet and snow
Oh, how I miss you so!
Skies darken, orbs appear
How, here, I long to seer
You, and you alone
are the fire at the stove
The silence in our home
What I would give for minutes more
for you to stand here at our door
Speak of how you miss me, too
I dream of you
intrusively
Please, why, can't you come back to me!
I think of you in pudding
Crumble, custard, cream
You are the silver spoon I dream
to touch, to clutch, to hold
Hand now turning cold
Perhaps cloying destiny
that I must, now, wait to see
You, and you alone, once again
in our home