I Love You, I Miss You

If you ask me, as once in pain, “How do you love me now?” 

What shall I say?  My love may not be perfect, but this I know 

That the face on my fingertips, the cheeks in my hand 

And the breath in my palm that I feel in my flesh 

Can only be yours 

Like a wind song of truth that runs through my hair 

These lines say, “I Love You.” 

What shall I say more except perhaps to tell you, 

“May I invite you to walk through years in search of the soft?” 

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“I miss you,” she says 

There is a long pause deep in the phone 

Until through the hollow of the night 

I echo, “I miss you, too.  

May I call you, just call you to say, ‘I am here,’ 

Not to ask something, Tell you my troubles or listen to lies 

But call you, just call like a bird in the twilight blessing the day 

Into my heart, come into my mind and be my shadow 

Then we will never apart. I miss you, honey.”