Missing You

always i am missing you
every moment when i begin
to compare the now and the
what had been there.

always i am missing your
sweet-nothings when i touch
the rough edges of my own
walls and doors, these that
enclose me

always will i miss you
when i feel that i am thrown
to a dungeon of lions when
i hear the sounds of my
yesterdays with you

always will i remember you
when the rain begins to fall
when a woman opens an
umbrella when i stood tall
beside you.

it will always be a sweet remembering
when another bus leaves this town
when another man waves his hands goodbye
when the dusts settle on the locks
of his hair and skin.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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