I miss you most when I'm alone
when the silence of darkness
and the darkness of silence
weaves through me
cirrhosis of the heart and mind.

I miss you most at night
bordering on morning, 
hours before sunrise
reaching into the far depths of my brain
cradling every memory of you.

I miss you most when I dream
when I know I won't wake  
in your arms
to the sound of your breathing
to my hand on your chest.

I miss you most
everyday. Is 
when I miss you.


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