Missing and Missing You

When I cut my finger on the grater blade,
Your slender hands bandaged it instantly.
When I cut my heart on your malicious words,
I had to depend on cigarettes and poetry.
I did not mean to hurt you,
Back when I think for it now.
Because there's missing and missing you.

That time I slipped on the beach, 
And got carried by the waves farther than your 'safety line'
I heard your heart stop for a moment.
I wonder if you remember the sound of my laughter, though.
Don't get me wrong; I do not blame you,
Because there's missing and missing you.

When folks ask me,
Where do I come from; 
Where is home?
I take out the photograph I cut out to fit into my wallet, 
And show them the two young faces �" vintage happiness!
Do you think of yourself as my home too?
Because there's missing, and there's missing you. 

So when I wake up to this vacant house every morning,
Without your kisses to break the news of a new day dawning
Know that there's a hollow that could be filled by music and books,
Then there is a hollow that means the absence of you. 

Last night when I fell asleep with my head on the table 
And didn't wake up in my bed today. 
I wished I could tell you how
There is missing, but I have been missing you.