Miss You

I went to my day job,

went out to the yard,

the field,

and dug a hole.

A hole as large as a casket.

I buried their loved one today.

Put that dirt back in,

on that solid grave.

I found the place where I hurt most.

My vacant hole, I dug a lasting plot.

Fill it in with your deepest and darkest secrets.

Whisper in my ear and make the dust settle.

I miss you, more than ever.

I hardly know you, in the present.

I miss you, today and tomorrow.

I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

I went and did what I had to do,

went to do the work and stand in line,

approached the counter,

and ordered a twenty-four hour stomach ache.

An ache of butterflies,

I swallowed all the women one by one.

Put that net out,

in that blue sky.

I found a trace of your scent on my inner sleeve.

My black long-sleeved, freshly cleaned, pressed.

Comfortable under my chocolate house.

Listening for you calling my first name.

I miss you, more than ever.

I hardly know you, in the present.

I miss you, today and tomorrow.

I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

I went down and kissed,

up and down your hips,

the beauty,

and found Eden.

A bayonet lies next to my bed.

I stay still, without motion.

Hiding my emotion,

not even a tap of spine will make me love.

I found a kiss no more bound against my lips.

My lips now empty and dry.

Looking for you under pilgrimage gardens.

Finding you in the bottom of the grave.

I miss you, more than ever.

I hardly know you, in the present.

I miss you, today and tomorrow.

I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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