I speak these words to the trees and crows,
“I just miss him.”
Tears fall down my cheeks
and drip on my hands and these pages.
I miss him so much.
The sun warms me.
The same sun that warms his skin
perhaps, exactly, at this moment.
Maybe we are both sitting in the sun
thinking of each other...
I can’t know for certain,
but I think he might be