Delores my lovely wife:
How do I miss thee? Let me count the ways.
I miss thee to the depth and breadth and height of our empty hutch
My Soul can reach, it hurts so much
for the empty corner that is your space.
I miss thee to the level of everyday’s
most pressing need: parsnip, by sun and torchlight
I miss thee freely, try as I might
I miss thee purely, as lonely I graze.
I miss thee with a passion put to use
at breakfast time, and with all my zeal.
I miss thee with a love I seemed to lose
with my lost carrots, which you like to steal
Are you going have that piece of apple or what?
lol. Men are all the same regardless of species…