Impermanence of Memory

Miss
Missing
I miss
I am missing
Your absence has
a presence
that is felt
And the spades
of digging
are the cards it dealt.
Miss
Missing
I miss
I am missing
Something that
was in place
Something that
I had made space
for and has left
imprints to trace.
You I am
missing
I am missing
you
a melody
repeated
in my mind
replays and distorts
over time
barely recognizable
I  m mis in
I mis y u
I hope you do not
disappear
Like memories often do.