Missing you now is more
than an empty ocean,
crashing on a jagged shoreline.
than the open plains fields of wheat,
beaten down after the latest storm.
than the darkened cavern,
damp and dripping, heavy
with the smell of stagnant water.
Missing you now is screaming
across the canyon,
waiting for an echo that does not come.
for a grip, tumbling down the rocky cliffside.
on the bottom of the ocean
watching that last bubble
fighting toward the surface.