I miss you.
I miss you as the dancer without song, spun in a room of silence.
I miss you as the hermit without retreat, exposed and without solace.
I miss you as the captured without captive, unchained but forever haunted.
I miss you as the player without drum, hands in search of familiar substance.
I miss you as the gardener without rain, tear-filled eyes beseeching sky.
I miss you as the turnip without ground, plucked and slaughtered for the water that boils.
I miss you as the treasure without gold, disillusioned by the nakedness of finding.
I miss you as the barber without scissors, staring at an empty chair.
I miss you as the window without pane, hollowed and broken on the inside.
I miss you as the crow without mate, crying black soul in isolation.
I miss you as the plate without meal, serving nothing but streaked reflection.
I miss you as the tea without water, left in form without tangible purpose.
I miss you as the hunter without prey, circling in darkened sky for fill.
I miss you as the willow without leaf, dying without that sun that feeds.
I miss you as the words without page, thoughts lost in the swell of time.
I miss you as the climber without rock, left down in the valley of longing.
I miss you as the child without train, abandoned before journey begins.
I miss you as the woman without fingers, grasping with invisible ghosts.
I miss you as the blanket without babe, sweetness stolen.
I miss you as the knife without blade, cutting through nothing.
I miss you as the clock without hands, turning for no one.
I miss you as the star without night, shining without a holding space.
I miss you.
In all forms, in all shapes, in all ways, I miss you.
I miss you as the diary without key, locked away in secrets meant for you.
~ Samantha Craft, February 2013
Everyday Asperger's 
Amazing and beautiful – as usual dear Sam ~ you have been on such a roll with your writing — not commenting much but reading and enjoying… out of town on medical –but get to read blogs on downtime… Sending Love to you, Sister of The Sea ~ Robyn
I am so glad you are hovering in space around me; I misses you and misses your sunny-ways. I will hold you in thought about the medical stuff. hugs and much love
Oh so sad and so beautifully tender ))sniff((
😥
😦 yes, it is my heart in true form. Thank you for holding a space for it
xo sam
🙂 the sad face needed a happy face, too 🙂
and a ((hug))
🙂
((hug)) 😉
Really enjoyed this one. A lot of the analogies rang true with me.
Teddy
Awe…then you to know the emptiness. Big hugs to the Ted.
Very sad, but so true..
But the good thing is, that emptiness makes way for all the beautiful things/experiences/feelings to come take it’s place.
Love you Sam. xx
Yes….lots of space here for all types of things to manifest. Love the way you see things. xo
I miss, when the future was far far away, and I lived and knew someday all would be well, all would be right, and confusion would be a memory..I think maybe I miss the dreams.
me, too. sigh… I miss the dreams.
So much emotion goes into missing someone. It’s almost a beautiful sadness
I agree. sigh. xo
Missing someone is painful but hope you’re well.