By Sri Nath Kurup | February 14, 2024
Photo Credit: 51581 on Pixabay
I keep missing you.
I miss you every time I wake up alone, just a little too late to catch the rising sun,
When I head out for a morning walk and can’t find the best bench fit for two.
I miss you when a breeze pushes past me, playing with my coat, and I turn around to face
nothing,
When I search in my bag and realize I forgot the book you got me, and sit down to face the
light sun and dark clouds silently.
I miss you every time I get too cold and rush inside, and look back to see if the world’s changed
without me.
I miss you when I lay in the grass and no one points at the clouds,
When I enjoy the weird time between sunrise and sunset all by myself.
And everywhere I move it feels like I miss you by the smallest margin,
But maybe on that day where everything is pink and bright and sickeningly sweet,
I might not miss you.
Maybe I’ll finally catch you on Valentine’s Day.