Just... missing...

I miss the verse, I miss the verb…
The incessant calm, the transparent silence…
The wind disappearing in the outside tree…
The travels by the nowhere train…
I miss the blue smoke, the rainbow message,
The sheep’s mess in the rainy days…
I miss the mystery, the language, the metaphors,
the instant, the fear…
the half-light in my eyelashes, the other side of my embrace…
I miss the insomnia and the sweet strawberry tea,
I miss the juggling, the theatre in the corner,
the smile in front of the clouded afternoons…
I miss my name, the name that I had sometime ago,
This name who used to sleep in my mouth, sometime ago…
I miss the embrace, the kiss… THAT embrace, THAT kiss…
The friends, the shake in my ankles,
The trips without pending subjects,
I miss the oblivious,
The same that I need right now,
The same that doesn’t miss me anymore,
The same that is behind me every morning…
I miss the pseudonym, the anonym, the synonym..
I miss the strangers that I never met…
I miss the planets hides in stars,
The sun in December, the moon in October,
I miss the Wednesday deception,
Those Wednesday with taste of coffee,
“The disappointed Wednesday coffee”.
I miss the shiver without cold,
The spasmodic time blowing in my early risers,
I miss the smiles, the caress, the madness, the corners,
I miss my letters and the good wind in my songs,
I miss the rime, the spirals… some names…
I miss which never is surprised...
I miss myself… I forget myself…