The Missing

looking at me from the glass
at day’s beginning and its end
the smile that says
I love to watch
you ready eyes and lips and brows and hair
the wink that says
I love to smear
you leave it on to mark the pillows and my skin
the tear that says
I hate to know
you here alone my phantom lover my dearest friend

© s rogers 2008

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