missing you

everything's churning
behind your thick
streak of eyebrow
behind the delicate
form of your nose
behind the lips
you won't let me touch
with my fingers
and i miss you

and i wonder
if it will rain
when it will pour
for the first time this year
and why you can't
be here
to watch it come down
as it trickles from
the balcony railing
to the ground

and i wonder
are you watching
your reflection in a beer
are you talking
are you listening
to that silence in your ear

i watched tv all night
with your memory in a box
by the phone that won't be ringing
for i don't know how long

and i wonder
if you'll feel cold
in your sleep tonight
lying still against the shadow
turning circles in your eyes