Misery

I love the smell of

Sagebrush scented

Prairie reminding me

Of our camping trips.

I love the taste of

Your secret garden flavor

Eating, savoring

Its juices.

I love the look

You used to give me

All the time and

What it said.

I love the feel

Of your beauty

Inside out

Its highs and lows.

I love to listen

To you as your head

Falls asleep here on

My chest.

Most of all

I love missing you.