Absence Work

I really dislike missing you. Of course
It's better than the other kind of missing
That utters from a slightly different source
And has no memories of hugs or kissing.
But still it's hard to think of you and know
I will not see you saunter through that door;
To feel the time between us only grow
Knowing it will not dwindle anymore.
I cannot say but in some future place
(And if I'm fortunate, a recent time)
I will look up and see your smiling face
And then look back and laugh at this poor rhyme.
But for the moment, in my sadness, I
Wish you were with me now, and breathe, and sigh.