An Awfully Long Time Poem by Aimee Kiefer

I am going to miss you
for an awfully long time.

Late at night, when the terrors
pull me from an uneasy sleep,
I will reach my hand across the mattress,
but you will not be there,
and I will miss you.

In the morning, when the sun
shines brightly through the blinds
I will ask an empty room
if you would like some coffee,
but your voice will not answer,
and I will miss you.

In the afternoon, in a room
full of suitcases and packed boxes,
I will find my favorite of your shirts,
and it will still smell of you,
and I will miss you.

In the evening, when out with friends,
they will ask me obvious questions.
I will repeat that it was for the best,
and how that is a truth I can accept.
But your name will taste like copper,
and I will miss you.

I am going to miss you
for an awfully long time.