Missing You

This must be
how a home feels
when we are all
on holiday

This must be
how a glove
misplaced
waits for its hand

and those large bird creatures,
those ones with the happy feet
and a neverending night
wait for the earth to tilt

Wanting you
Longing
Each day
Managing the unmanageable
Dying each day
to yesterday
but so full of hope
for many more chances
many mornings
many embraces

If ten thousand lives
I still have
All of those
I'll be
Wanting You.