Without a Dove

I miss her
I do
I miss her
Her smile
And touch
Sweetness and such

I miss the joy
Showing on her face,
From a whisper
Or touch,
From me.

I miss being
The cause
Of her smile,
The end
Of her grasp
The man
Of her dreams

The sun on her cheek
Glowing
With her beauty
With her love
I miss,
All the things
I took for granted

Moments we sat
Times of silence
The sound of trickling water,
When she was around

Things are different now,
Joy doesn’t emanate from everything
As it once did…
Love doesn’t seem so sure,
Or peace so pleasurable

I miss the things
She said,
And the ways
She spoke

Yet with all this,
I miss her,
Her
For no real reason
Except she was,
Herself.