I don’t always miss you.
Lost in dreamless sleep, I long for nothing and no one.
When I’m busy and focused,
I don’t notice that a part of me is elsewhere, miles and miles away.
When I’m aware
Of the sound of silence, my breath, or the birds in the trees
I’m not drifting, lost, a sail without wind on an endless sea.
When night approaches quietly, and emptiness creeps in like something slithering,
When memories come crashing in like waves, leaving an ebb of regret,
When the rest of the day goes on,
Your face tugs at the sleeve of my mind
Over and over
Reminding me of all I’ve left behind,
And all that I could lose.