the soil has no respiration
it has given up fighting
the flowers
have choked
in their sleep
I can hold you
if I strain my will
but it does not
materialise
limping leaves are fallen
on their fronts
and sides
and backs
begging for warm company
I cannot see
the shape of water
of your body
of my mind
the eyes lie this time
and I can finally say
the words
that have escaped me
the words
I could never say
the words
I am afraid to admit
I miss you
I miss you
This poem was previously published in the chapbook 'The Streetlights are Beckoning Nirvana' (Analog Submission Press)