It’s been a while.
Slivers and circles,
Blooms and snows.
I missed your
Metaphorical, wonderful
Anatomical ways.
Sitting cross-legged,
Running too fast,
Dripping down my back.
I missed your
Bowing arch, directions,
Occupations.
Busy was I
Lists, errands, hearts.
Cementing business and home.
I missed me, really.
Slipping
Through the poetry.