I miss you

but not in the way that makes my tears
stream unrelenting because my sadness has taken over my vision.

I miss you
but not in the way that makes all my
sentences
end with an unspoken lackluster for
living without you
in my every moment.

I miss you
but not in the way that the loss of your
face found by my
searching eyes
at the smallest turn of the head
solves all my cares.

I miss you
in the way that says
part of me
is in you
because you discovered it.
and I am yours to keep, like that
secret cave
from your childhood wonder
that you were sure no one else had ever found.

because I am not lost in you.
I am more whole.

I miss you.
in the way of
home.

on a wire

they sit so still
those forms above me
sing silent from my soul
piece because I am part of their ability my disadvantage their loss.
we oppose and present so beautifully
these flighted creatures while
I may fly only inside
and it is me who is the caged
and they who are the singers
and I am one with listening and gawking
at their calling and responding
and enraptured
I crane
to see their beautiful forms above me.

birds on a wire.