I Miss You Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

WE miss the one we don’t have
So I rejoice by myself and sing myself,
Thinking what I assume you shall assume,
Your belonging to me as I belong to you.
I call my soul, I lean at my ease observing
My tongue, my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
Hoping to die away not till death.
Faith and instruct in abeyance,
Withdrawn back a while
But never forgotten,
I harbor for you, to speak without check
I Miss you now that you are not there.