Cheating because this is also listed on my poetry section but oh well and stuff
Missing someone is
the ending of fireworks.
The bang, the sizzle, that was the spark in their eyes.
Silence. They’re moving in the haze of the wind
You can’t catch the fog and you don’t know where they are.
They’re pressed across the pieces of your world, stitched across your heart like a patchwork quilt.
Maybe in reality they’re sitting a desk doing
complicated computer calculations while you’re
racing down the highway, windows down, their car radio an anthem to the sky
pounding out the lyrics, a song of possibilities
their future without you
A future full of first dances and whiskey kisses, travelling under starlight, black skies, blue clouds, rain drops under heaven looking down watching them walk down the center of the bright path where you veered off and they’re left laughing at tumbleweeds with a smile while you wish on dewdrops, twinkle twinkle little star, that they were here
instead you invite them to stay a while, playing projections in your head of walking together, alone
Of making music, trumpet sounds, dancing down lamp lit streets, chasing fireflies, breathing in the rolling thunder
But the thunder rolls
On and on
The light in your eyes is off
Because they’re gone.