Missing You Poem by Ravi Kopra

You are not with me
and I miss you

We played scrabble on the porch in the mornings
sipped hot coffee basking in the sun
I laughed when you cussed your luck
when I tricked you missing your triple words

You are not with me and I miss you
walking hand in hand by the brooks falls road
and stopping suddenly to see the does in meadows
ears up staring constantly, and then
in the blink of an eye running fast suddenly

You are not with me and I miss you
cooking dinners together in our kitchen
and saying grace to Jesus, O you atheist!
Thanking him for the delicious meals we cooked
and praying for love in bed later at nights

You are not with me and I miss you
Your hugs, your kisses, your naked body
sliding by me naked body night after night.
Getting up sometimes in the middle of night
when I am fast asleep and you are on top of me
making love as if it were all in dreams...

I miss fresh flowers you picked from the garden
I miss fresh breeze and clouds in the hills
I miss patter of rain on panes and the roof
I miss siestas with you in the afternoons
I miss taking showers with you and
rushing to bed as we could not wait...