I cannot tell you of how many times
I have missed you this last year.
Some have been small; a scent that
Catches me right...a phrase I heard
You say once recited. My memory
Started to advertise you to me
Much more after we parted. Suddenly
I remember more places we've gone,
Things you've said, times I was wrong.
And it's this bit lately about worrying
That I wasn't much on my own
Without you to stop my tangents,
And without me to grapple your will
Against mine to see which would win.
And sometimes I wonder if what we
Thought was love was merely a few
Shades; that we will never know
The full spectrum of our color any
Longer with our us not us anymore?