I have a part of you that you do not know to miss.
You have lived a life
Plump with inside jokes and secrets and
Sorrows and shared scars;
Sweet with remembrances of
Moments knitted together by their
Exuberant birthdays and warm holidays and
Mistakes and triumphs;
Words of wisdom and silences
Bereft of meaning.
Long days and short years and pieces of
Yourself and moments of your life
Given away without question.
You give way to the blind, unfeeling grip
Of Time: it pulls you from your own mind
Replacing you like a puzzle
Unknown and missing too many pieces;
Though you have lost that which made you
You will not replace the empty spaces
I have of you your eyes:
Obsidian and wide with small wrinkles in the corners
And perceiving every hurt.
In the mirror I see you and I am broken with the want,
And in those shameful
Moments I am still a child
Waiting: for jokes and secrets
and moments and birthdays
and promised cake and cards
and your love.
I have your eyes but I lack your love,
And you have lived
A full life without me.