Creases

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.

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