I miss you
(but only when you're not here)

See! I've mastered none of it!
There is no here and there,
for real. I know.
But O my child. My sweet,
beautiful child. I miss you so.

And Aye! Love transcends,
escapes physical boundaries,
the heart's queer tangle.
But O my child. My smiling,
lovely child. I'd give it all for a cuddle.

And they say that night and day are one,
like birth and death,
but the in and the outflow.

But still when I lie in the wee hours,
watching you sleep,
toying with your hair,
I forget you'll be gone tomorrow.


Cor, 2000