Missing you
Do only flesh and blood miss someone?
Not like plastic toys
Once played put back in a cubby
Collecting dust till it’s held again
But I’m made of flesh and blood
Not a toy with hands needing play
A toy that needs a reassuring embrace
I’m made of flesh and blood
Not like a tree adorned with children
Careless of the winter wind
Carrying off its leaves
Take the toy from the cubby
Take the tree out of my mind
Give the toy a portion of my heart
Let it know the beat of anxiety
Give the tree a part of my flesh
Let it know winter’s bareness
Missing makes being harder
Do trees miss leaves set free?
Do toys miss the adventure?
Do only flesh and blood know missing?
Does our sun miss her planets
Or is it mindless like Saturn
Eating its own without reason?
Is it because I’m a mammal
That I know nurture?
That I miss my mother’s teat?
Miss my furry child?
My cherished seedling
Stripped from me by a winter wind
I’m left with words as my brood
Only humans play with words
As if verbs could suckle me
Even words will leave me
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When your flesh has left me
Nothing compares to you
If only you were with me
Then I won’t play with words
Hoping trees and toys
Will give me a kiss
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