MISSING - a poem

I love you though you're not around
In every movement, every sound
My body breathes of what you are
Although the distance is too far

I love you though you look like air
I can feel you everywhere
If I shut my eyes and try
I can imagine you and I

I love you in the way I know
The night will come, the day will go
I miss you because you are not here
And words can't make you hold me near

By Rosy (written for Max the first time he went away from me, April 2002).