How Much WIP

I miss you like I miss the warm Spring days
in the heart of winter.
How I wish the breeze was calm and not biting,
that the sun comforted rather than chilled my skin.

I miss you like the tide does the shore
as the unseen force of the moon pulls
it form its sandy lover all the way from space
and then allows its return yet only for a short while.

I miss you like a child mourns for the loss of its mothers womb.
A pure wholeness that becomes separate
never to be at such peace again.
A rib of Adam spun into its own breath.

I miss you as a friend that was never more
than a heartbeat from my side.
I miss you as a lover who remembers the cocoon
of our one time embrace.
I miss you as a voice that rings as a taunting
echo
refusing to die out as it calls my name.