I miss you more than I miss drinking water
Or sleeping at night
I miss you like the wings of a seagull miss the heights
I miss you like a new-born, searching for the mother's breast
Like the eyes of the blind miss light
Like the hands of the dead miss the grasp of life.
I miss you like the waves miss the shore
Like the petals of a rose reach for the sun,
Curl and unfurl 
Then wither and fall
I miss you like the drylands miss the rain
When they crack open with thirst
I miss you like the stars miss the morning sky
Only to see themselves
Fade away 
And die.