Why do I miss you when you still hold me so tight?
How can I miss you when I
still smell your hair?
still hear your whispers in my ear?
still cradle your body while our legs entwine?
Where did this sadness come from?
Memories of waking in bed alone?
Morning commutes without your hand to hold?
Evening suppers at the computer screen?
When will I stop missing you?
Maybe never, even if we spend
every moment together
because I might turn and you could be gone.
Who can I love more than you when you whisper,
“I miss you too!”