Residue
I miss you.
Winter mornings
Cold lace skin and hot red heart
Snowflakes stuck on mittens
Building hollow castles and
Melting in the snow
Face flushed, brushed by the
Falling sky
Winter nights
Blankets heaped
Warm cocoa memory on teeth
Packed all around with snow
Drifting off to sleep
Once more
Summer days
Sticky popsicle fingers
Sinking into the sky and
Running
Tearing up the emptiness
Delicately
Summer nights
Stars hung from strings
When just to be under them was
Enough
Covering up the quiet with
Soft sheets
Autumn came, like always
But the crispness to the air was
Missing, left behind in the confines
Of whatever place
Was holding you
Slipping in and out of days
Listlessly
The brilliance filled our teacups to the brim
But now it has been drunk
You could never have said,
I miss you, too.