Whys

Why do I miss you more when I am here?
I cannot really say; partly I feel
That traveling so much I ought to near
The place that I most want to be for real;
Partly I think that you would likely like
The place, and so I want to show you it;
Partly it's just time: the hours strike
And every one means we have gone a bit
Further apart in time, and so I miss
You more. I think that last may be the best,
In that the memory of every kiss
Grows more alluring as the sun goes west
And I'm without it. You should be here then
So I can hold you in my arms again.