I miss you like a boat craves the water
perched aloft in dry dock winter.
I miss you like the sails ache for the wind,
the storms still to come, the journeys to make.
My adventures incomplete, I tack uselessly against the current,
caught in the pull of your wake.
I miss you like a fish misses swimming,
each muscle a memory.
I miss myself
my self
with you.
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Marina Sofia – What a lovely expression of what it’s like to miss a person or for the matter of that a place.
LOL–I can hear the Tube announcement over all of this; years of conditioning! Lovely emotion, thanks for sharing!
I like the contrast between something as mundane as ‘Mind the Gap’ and the poignant feeling of missing a relationship.
I always bring to mind the story of the girl who told her father, “I love you more than meat loves salt.” …. Cap O’ Rushes
Interesting – didn’t know that story, but we have a very similar Romanian fairy tale. ‘Sarea in Bucati’. Makes you wonder just how interconnected and global the world was a few centuries ago!
Lovely imagery.
I love this poem, Marina . . . “each muscle a memory.” Lovely.
Beautiful.