What Has Been Missing? Poem by RIC BASTASA

here you are again
i know
reading me
every morning

i have become
coffee to you

i am another page
of a paper

my face is a cover of
a book

and what you read
are nights


i know it is dark
and cold

and here you are again
sure of yourself

in the dark in the
cold

accepting what is
there
what is read

someday i shall ask
you

what is in me that
escaped me

what is in you that
catches

what is there
and what has been
missing