15 September 2012
The night filling with dog howls,
The air creeping with foul mist,
Recalling on the one I miss,
But miss I will she?
The farewell was merely through the message,
And well she gone like a haze.
But on her photo I gaze.
Her face is it I miss?
Her body is it I desire?
Or perhaps simply the sense of being with
Someone I miss.
In this gloom I pray,
Be the morose solitude lifted away.
Whom Do I Miss, Or What Do I Miss? • Opuss № I