Missing

I miss you.
Not him
or her.
You.


It's not love
or death.
Something slightly
easier,
a friend.


You moved,
and now lots of
different patterns
are occurring
waters are now stirring.


You should be here
to sort things out
calm things down
Sometimes I want to scream
shout.
You'd fix things.

I miss you.

Not him

or her.

You.