HOW DO I MISS YOU? OH, HOW I MISS YOU...

HOW DO I MISS YOU? OH, HOW I MISS YOU...

4/18/11

it's strange; 

the way that a 

single 

sense can bring forth a 

tidal 

wave 

of memory.

how the scent 

of a musky cologne, 

the sight 

of a tall, lean figure, 

the sound 

of the blackbirds in the morning 

can remind me of you.

i hear the trains at night 

running through my back

yard, 

and remember 

holding you 

in the headlights.

i see the tiny 

purple flowers 

begin to blossom in the spring, 

and think of trailing you 

through the woods 

on a mid

summer day.


and walking 

through a cold, sterile hallway 

reminds me 

of those years 

when we spoke through 

our eyes, 

in passing, 

whenever chance bespoke it.



i wonder, even now, 

why it digs 

at my skin 

to think of you. 

i wonder why 

even now 

it tears 

at my soul 

to think of you. 

i wonder why 

i still 

think of you, 

even now.

© BLAYKE MORROW, 2011