Missing you

I miss you while we stand in the same room and I miss 
You while we are oceans away
I would miss you if I could hold your hand only once a week
And I should miss you if your shoulders were always against mine
I do not miss you as the tea misses the honey or the candle misses the wic or the bluebird misses the sunshine
But as the kraken misses depths, as the orphan misses parents, as the wild in the werewoman misses the moon
I miss you as elemenop misses the child's babble and the clown misses tears
I will miss you like how addicts miss the sting of bourbon or how old men miss spring
I miss you when I can only reach you by quarters and rings and I miss you when you doze next to me
Missing you is high-mountain air where oxygen levels are dropping
And when you return I am down by the sea and the gulls overhead are singing