I Miss You

There's a feeling        
Like wind rippling through the long grass          
The vibrancy touching me          
And for a moment      
My heart quivers        
The wending of wind through the leaves          
Boughs swaying    
A hushed memory of your voice          
In the sighing        
And sometimes          
Thoughts that come          
Seem out of focus            
Sunlit bright          
Like old polaroids            
Laid in Attic boxes          
As if with pictures we could capture            
All the moments of our life          
And hold them          
But old pictures never seem to mean as much          
Save perhaps a few          
I look          
And I can almost see you there          
Curled up          
In your favorite chair          
And sometimes          
When a song plays on the radio          
A mood washes over me          
Colored by you          
And if part of living          
Is wanting          
I wonder          
Is wanting            
Any more than what's missing          
           
And          
I miss you