How I Miss You
How I Miss You

The metaphors get mangled 
into cliche 
and all that flooding and fire 
wouldn't touch you anyway.

So no, it won't be some sad poem
that solves you.

It won't be me reducing you
to similes of oxygen 
or nicotine 
or Dad.

It won't be me endlessly pretending
you could live on paper.

enjoyed the poem, the third stanza is excellent
oh, the last line is a perfect tribute, with great word choices and phrasing along the way, very well written and very much enjoyed. Keith

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

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