Missing is like weather Looping, labile Perpetual. I lay tranquil, until Sunlight glances a leaf And our trees, our walks, our days Fill the light. Missing lives in the mouths The eyes of others In tongues that do not fit, In cadences falling flat. Seeing most When least seen. Memories circle like storms and tideswell. Grief passes, pain dissolves But missing endures Like weather. Looping, veiled Perpetual.