I’m missing you like a missing tooth,
running my tongue over your absence,
watching the sun set orange over the purple river
as the cows graze along the edge.
I ride my bike along the train tracks,
hemlock branches heavy with summer
foliage wave to me as I pass.
I look at the eggs in my front basket;
omelettes sound like what I want to do.
Like cracking open a sunny day.
Like starting something new.