I Miss

Kisses about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. Kisses about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. Kisses about trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the road sizzling with champagne. Kisses about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.

Hands fumbling with the camera and the faded baseball cap and the slouchy posture and the crackly voice first thing in the morning and the hands that soothed and the jangling of your keys as you moved toward me.

All that is gone. You are gone.