writing your poem


i said i would write a poem
of how much i miss you
the truth is you are with me
and i am with you

to miss you would be to miss myself
and i have myself under this sleeping bag
warm & cozy i have you

if memories hurt is because
we don't understand that we belong together
even if our lips are apart

i've tasted the flavor of your medicine
witnessed the virtue of your presence
i know hurt dissipates with restoration
and pain evaporates with anticipation