A poem to say: I Miss You

This one was inspired by a number of things, boredom from editing my book for the umpteenth time, the poem 'I don't know,' by my acquaintance Nikola Madrizorv and missing my best friend Doug. So without further ado my poem:

I miss you

I miss you.

I miss the things we used to do together,

Like go to the Chinese and have rice, chips

And sweet and sour sauce every time.

That is, every time except for the last.

I miss you.

I miss our walks to all sorts of new places,

The way you’d show me everything, as if

You owned it all. The pier, hills and dive

Bars were just some of the wonders.

I miss you.

I miss cooking, having dinner with you.

The effort was more a privilege than chore.

The thrill of discovering a new recipe, and

Those sounds you make as you eat too quickly.

You miss me.

That is, I hope you think of me.

It’s only been a week, and already I want you back.

I want one more lunch, dinner, and ice cream on the pier.

One more story of your time abroad.

So I’m calling just to ask…

How are you doing, my old friend?