Look at her.
welled up teardrops threatening hazel skies
for the final blow of a kiss, wave of a hand
contemplation in my gaze, that says
I see you
I love you
I miss you
before I am even gone, I am thinking of you.
My whole life is all about you.
Yes. I will miss you.
I said it before and I will say it again.
FLY—you into your world, I into mine.
Why must we insist, on being loved this way?
Since birth, it is me, me, me
and mine, mine, mine.
belonging to each other,
a need so great,
becomes just another object
to use, control and destroy.
I like to miss you.
I want to teach you.
It is good, to miss those you love.
You will know of one love
by how much it hurts to say goodbye.
Of another, when it comes back to you, every single time.
So you needn’t fuss, you mustn’t cry
with you my child,
there is no goodbye.
Frances Stone is the Author of A Reflection of Love ~ A Different Kind of Love Story, a Recovery Counsellor and a Radio Co-Host of Talk Recovery Vancouver, a show about addiction and recovery issues, located in the DTES of Vancouver, BC. In her spare time, she does laundry and mothers three clever, curious and challenging little humans.