I miss the calm waters

Set in stone against black sand.

Or when your lips touched

My shoulder so gently after I

Babbled in tears most of the night,

Failing to explain any emotion

Expelled from this fallible body.

I miss the breakfast burritos

You made us in the nook of

Your house, the white lace tablecloth

Dappled in bright summer sunrise,

The wisps of coffee steam dancing,

The black beans and eggs and peppers.

I miss making decisions that feel good,

Deep down, in my gut.

I miss staring up at skyscrapers in awe.

I miss you, the glass figurine I've kept

In the cooling embers of my mind.