I miss you like summer rain
when the air around me is stuffy and foul.
I miss your heartbeat against me
like the sound of the rain falling,
like a symphony on the tin roof.
I miss your arms like the wild oak
misses her leaves
and like the apricot tree
I am bare and alone
and like the falling frost
the loneliness lays white in my soul
but the knowledge that you will return
is like the flowering Margaret
that blooms the last time
before the world changes
into a pale horse
and I miss you
like I miss the smell of the falling rain
and when the winter wind blows
everything is in disarray
and I want to hide beneath
the woolen blankets
until the summer comes again,
and until you do return to my arms
and my thoughts of you are lingering
like the wet soil after the rain
and with the dimming sun
and the days becoming shorter
I keep remembering your face
and get excited every time that you call
and know that you will return
like the blossoms in spring
and the next time that the symphony
of the rain falls on the tin roof
you will be with here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem