I miss you on evenings when the heat of day has faded from the air, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle reminds me of how it might have been. I miss you when fishermen set out to sea for their morning catch, with gulls cawing above them as heaving swells toss their boats like a child's toy floating in endless space. I miss the comfort of knowing you are near to cheer me now and then, when my days are bleak and without much hope. I trace contours of your face in photographs that bring you close and wonder if you knew how much your presence in my life meant to me. Although it was nothing but the childish dream of someone who would never speak a word of this aloud, I'm sure you know how much I miss you. copyright July 2000 Judith Anne Labriola
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