Residue

I miss you.

Winter mornings

Cold lace skin and hot red heart

Snowflakes stuck on mittens

Building hollow castles and

Melting in the snow

Face flushed, brushed by the

Falling sky

Winter nights

Blankets heaped

Warm cocoa memory on teeth

Packed all around with snow

Drifting off to sleep

Once more

Summer days

Sticky popsicle fingers

Sinking into the sky and

Running

Tearing up the emptiness

Delicately

Summer nights

Stars hung from strings

When just to be under them was

Enough

Covering up the quiet with

Soft sheets

Autumn came, like always

But the crispness to the air was

Missing, left behind in the confines

Of whatever place

Was holding you

Slipping in and out of days

Listlessly

The brilliance filled our teacups to the brim

But now it has been drunk

You could never have said,

I miss you, too.