Missing You

They said I could
never miss what
I never had, but -
I do.

I miss the moments

where you hold
me close, to
say goodbye
and then hello.

when you stare
at me in
abject wonder
and I at you.

when first we hold
hands, and kiss
beneath the
cherry blossoms
in the spring.

in moments when
we hold each
newborn child
and cry with
newfound pain
and heart's-longing,
love.

when we sit at
breakfast table
holding laughter
in our hands
and weeping betimes
at midnight hour
when life's sorrows
blow in their way.

and after, when
time has spun
its web into
the bindings
of our hearts
as one

I will miss you
when you are
grey and gone
before me into
the cold earth's
embrace.

© Eleanor Clark
13 July, 2013