I MISSED YOU WHEN YOU WERE GONE

You return
And the earth turns a little longer.
The lost
Finding one another on busy
City streets,
Or waiting in quiet, hidden gardens.

You return
Late as the sun for the dawn.
Stinging rays
Swivel blue bent to my windows,
Searching them
For the silent lips of a sleeping woman.

You return
And kiss my mouth and I awake
From this,
The first dying. Sweet and warm,
Into you
I come, and pull the air close round us.

I missed you when you were gone.

© Gwen Grant