How Much I Miss You Poem by Gert Strydom

This afternoon the smell
of barbeque is in the air
and it would have been nice
to fry some chops
with you over the coals
and I really miss you.

I miss the way that you lay against me
your pet man-human name that you call me,
the being together and dreams
that I sometimes
see in your eyes.

I miss the colour
that you bring to my life,
the nonchalant way
with which you start things
and I feel like jumping
on my motorbike
to spend some time with you.