I wish I had the words to tell you how much I miss you,
Staying up all night conjuring images of your long fingers on my forehead,
Imagining the Haven that is the crook of your talc perfumed slender neck,
Remembering how you pink-ed when teased, laughter sliding out under pretence righteousness,
Admiring how you dressed in those crushed, hastily picked out outfits that had nothing on your Cape of kindness and love,
Longing for those kisses you fortified me with while I was still half asleep and you up at dawn-
The way I do to my daughter now,
Aching for the way your shadow cast formidably upon troubles, transforming them magician-like... Dragon to bunny,
DON'T. STOP. IT HURTS. I WASN'T READY.
I wish I had the words to tell you how much I miss you,
But since you're gone, who would listen anyway?
