I miss you the most when I wake,

Your fragrance invading,

My every breath,

Filling my thoughts like a lake.


I miss you the most in the day,

Your laugh sings and dances,

With the wind and waves,

Making me yearn for your stay.


I miss you the most when I sleep,

Your eyes folded over,

In such quiet beauty,

The absence of which makes me weep.


I miss you the most in my dreams,

Your body elegantly slender,

An image I cannot FORGET,

Ripping me at the seams.