Benicia Love Poem: I Miss You

I Miss You by John Hamling 

You’ve been gone a week and I’m staying busy, but you’re never out of my thoughts. Eating a mango I think of you, juice dripping from my chin and fingers.Showering alone I miss your hands on my back and I miss my hands all over your body. Cooking for me seems like a waste of time; why do people do anything they can’t share with someone they love?

I miss everything you do and everything you don’t do,
like never failing to make me feel whole and happy
and in love with you and the world.
The flowers you left in the purple vase are dieing on the kitchen table,
they miss you.I watch the petals falling off as I eat my oatmeal
and I wonder if you could have babied them through another day.
Leaves and petals litter the table but I hesitate to throw them away,
there’s too much of you associated with them;I can’t just brush them aside.
I miss you.

Our bed is cold at night and feels empty without you; it’s hard to sleep without the rhythm of your breathing anchoring me to this time and place; I feel like an astronaut drifting in space. Please don’t stay away any longer than necessary; I can live with out you, but that doesn’t mean I like it. After a couple of days without your touch or the sound of your voice, I feel like a nine year old boy enduring his first nights away at summer camp.
I miss you.

One week from Tuesday marks one year since we met at the bus stop, I live in fear of getting any more attached to you, but the thought of not being with you takes my breath away. The problem is: with you or without you, I’m partial to breathing, hurry home; I’m gasping like a fish out of water;
I miss you.