I Miss, I Wish...You Well
I woke up this morning
missing you.
I miss the way you'd stare,
your eyes like lungs,
breathing me in.
I miss your hands,
how you always knew
where to place them -
when to move the tips
of your fingers
along the curve
of my back,
and when to settle
your palms
on mine.
I miss your sweetness,
your genuine desire
to make me happy.
I wish I recognized
that more then.
I wish I realized
how I'd never met
someone like you before -
how I'd never been treated
with such respect,
admiration,
love,
and care.
I miss the person
I was
when standing alongside you.
Kinder,
more beautiful,
less picky,
more willing
and open
to see
the light
under shadows,
and always
rare
in your gaze.
What I miss the most
about you
are things I never realized
I wanted or needed
in love,
but are now small gaps
within me
waiting to be filled.
I guess what I'm saying
is that I wish I missed you
before.
I wish I appreciated
all that you offered
so generously,
so patiently,
so quietly
for so long.
What I'm trying to say is
you are as full
and vast
and extraordinary
as you made me
believe I was,
and you deserve someone,
a love,
as great,
special
and
rare
as you are.
I'm sorry that person
wasn't me,
but I know you'll find her,
and when you do,
if she makes you feel
a fraction
of how you loved me,
then you'll be home.
