I miss you

i never felt the beating of your heart
or had the chance to trace the gentle contour of your face
yet absence will not erase
how i miss you

i speak for you small one without a voice
a life of silent brevity contained within my own
your silence will not quiet
how i miss you

i miss you in springtime when the green bud quivers and the tender leaves hold on in the wind
i miss you in summer's abundant feast
verdant and heaving with life
i miss you as autumn chills the bone and indian summer reminds me that time is short
i miss you when winter's hoary breath makes me die a thousand deaths
reminding me there is a season for every purpose under heaven

i never held the hand that holds my heart
a piece of me taken away to linger in the dust
as ashes go to ashes
how i miss you