I miss you in your ruffles,
In the corners and the creases.
I miss you in the shadows,
In the tiniest of pieces.
I miss you in the night chill
In the rain, the snow, the sun.
I miss you in the morning,
When the day has just begun.
I miss you in my heartbeat,
In my pulse and in each breath .
I miss you in my living,
In my middle and my death .
I miss you in the big things
In the whole and the almost .
I miss you universal
But the small things hurt the most .
I miss you in the crook
of my left arm when you are sleeping.
I miss missing yet still knowing
you’ll be home to stem my weeping.