I miss you tonight: Our spur of laughter, the gaiety I’ve discovered in the intonation of your words; of the wisdom I’ve found in your strong hands. Of that stare…that stare that drives me insane.
I miss you—and there is a full moon suspended high in the sky. I’ve jumped several times to wrap my arms around such moon, but to no avail. I’ve waged that if I could bring down this moon, all of you would instantly come to me without discussion or planning.
Both tree frogs, and cicadas serenade such moon tonight—I do the same, but with my rounded eyes that have more to say than my mouth.
I miss you.
Look up, my darling. It’s a clear, rounded moon. Please, for a second. I am bewitched by the very one you stand under.