Differences of Kind

There's only so much missing you that I
Can stand, but there are oh so many kinds
Of missing you that I can so. That's why
Prolonged and lasting absence always finds
A special angst in me that shorter times
Avoid; not simply - though somewhat - because
The mass of deprivation never climbs
As high in short spans as it always does
In longer absences, but also since
I find new ways at longer points to feel
The pains that all your absences evince.
The time without you often feels unreal
Because so many different ways to miss
You crowd around me. That's why I hate this.