Missing You Poem by Ivory Irving

I miss you like the tide would miss the ebb
I miss you like the spider would miss her web
I miss you like a wave would miss its curl
I miss you like the abalone would miss its pearl
I miss you like an arrow would miss the centaur
I miss you like a lighthouse would miss the haar
I miss you like a bull would miss his horns
I miss you like a rose would miss her thorns
I miss you like an addict who cannot use
I miss you like the artist who's lost her muse

The yearning, the turning;
The changing of the seasons;
The rhyming, the timing;
The sillage of your fragrance;
Enduring, so alluring;
Repenting my transgressions.