How do I miss thee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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?