Tides, sunsets, and forgotten dreams

I don't know if you know this, but I miss you.

Not like a writer in search of his great idea he once had but forgot.

Nor like a retired dancer holding her ballet shoes and reminiscing. No.

I miss you like the tide misses the shore.

Always coming back, always craving more. 

I miss you like the night misses the day.

Always just missing the other

But knowing they are there. 

And sharing those rare moments when both hold the sky.

Oh, how they smile.

I miss you like a forgotten dream,

Stuck somewhere inside 

But lost at sea.

All I seem to remember is that you were there,

But what else matters?

And I know that missing you this way is good. 

It shows just how much I care for you. 

But don't you think it's time to stop missing you?

Don't you think it's time for us to share 

That laughter that makes my nose wrinkle

And your head tilt back?

Don't you think it's time we share

This world together,

Instead of experiencing it apart?

Because, god, do I miss

You.