I remember you missing I
and I missing you
and us in each others hands
cupped and held on subway trains
and park benches;
finding places to kiss
and talk
and gander
and dine.
I missing you and
you missing I "
you wanting me there when it hasn’t even been that long,
much like the hummingbirds waiting for their sweet honeysuckles;
they’ll arrive sooner than they think.
You missed your chance
as I missed mine.
I misplaced my keys and missed my train,
recounted the clock with my fingers; I could’ve missed a hour
missed a minute, seconds, precious seconds
fumbling through couches and thoughts
recalculating my destination
figuring I’ll lose a home in me if I tried looking for one in you.
Here I am, missing thoughts of missing you
and thinking all the different ways
I can miss this and that of you
in different lights, shades, and flavors
in different proximities
and safety zones.
or if it’s best
to stop missing you, all together,
the thing we never truly were.