Everything

I miss when you were the warmth of my blanket,
When it was too cold and too early to step onto the hardwood floor.
I would sheepishly beg “10 more minutes!” for blissful awake-dreaming.

I miss when you were the cold air filling my lungs when I stepped outside,
Hard and stiff and somehow comforting,
Pain and life in one.

I miss when you were the sunlight,
So bright I couldn’t look right at you for fear of losing sight.
But I stared anyway, and never had I been more blinded by awe.

I miss when you were the songs
Pumping through radio speakers and through my veins,
When I could tap the steering wheel in time and all was at peace.

I miss when you were the trees swaying in the breeze,
Waving and whispering to me in a secret language
That one day I hoped to learn, but never quite mastered.

I miss when you were the ocean waves,
Salt water stinging my open wounds
caressing my swollen soles.

I miss when you were every letter of every word of every poem I wrote,
And no matter what I couldn’t write you away.
But even if could have, I wouldn’t dare.

I miss when I couldn’t eat, sleep, breathe or live
Without you there, in something or another,
Completely surrounding my being.

I miss when you were everything.