Missing You Poem by RIC BASTASA

always i am missing you
every moment when i begin
to compare the now and the
what had been there.

always i am missing your
sweet-nothings when i touch
the rough edges of my own
walls and doors, these that
enclose me

always will i miss you
when i feel that i am thrown
to a dungeon of lions when
i hear the sounds of my
yesterdays with you


always will i remember you
when the rain begins to fall
when a woman opens an
umbrella when i stood tall
beside you.

it will always be a sweet remembering
when another bus leaves this town
when another man waves his hands goodbye
when the dusts settle on the locks
of his hair and skin.