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?