What Has Been Missing?

here you are again
i know
reading me
every morning

i have become
coffee to you

i am another page
of a paper

my face is a cover of
a book

and what you read
are nights

i know it is dark
and cold

and here you are again
sure of yourself

in the dark in the
cold

accepting what is
there
what is read

someday i shall ask
you

what is in me that
escaped me

what is in you that
catches

what is there
and what has been
missing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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