The ice glares white from Greenland twenty thousand feet below;
Again I’m midway somewhere you are not.
The sky’s a rare forever blue . . .
And once again, I’m missing you.
I miss your busy-ness and peace; the music in your face,
the grace of nimble hands and gentle voice,
the mind that keeps aloft a score
of juggled, colored balls – or more.
Away once more, it all comes back to me – how can I bear
to miss a day’s sweet possibilities?
Your hand is somewhere mine is not;
your wired words are not enough.
For worlds away, you breathe and sleep and think and love and see . . .
without me. And even when I’m there,
sometimes we drift alone, apart
and miss the harmony of hearts
that makes the green world sing for us on our best days together.
A week apart reminds me of that music.
I have a complicated mind,
but still a simple heart defined
by missing you.
About the Creator
Scott Blackmer
Lawyer, writer, traveler. Launched the Traynor's World young adult series in 2020 (www.traynorsworld.com).
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