Missing

Like a lost love I miss you, mistress.
Grateful eternally for your priceless gifts.
I've been aimlessly traversing these lonely mists
Without the contentment of your bliss.

Like a mourned memory I miss you, lover,
Time is now a cancer between each other,
Metal strung lengthy and distance the strummer,
Singing of love with which was smothered.

Like a relinquished habit I miss you, treasure.
Where you've eclipsed there's an absence of weather,
Stretched out days where once was leisure,
Yearning for your blanket of familiar pleasure.

Like Winter's sun I miss your name,
Cloud-stained sky points to me for blame,
Kneeling beneath, outside in the rain,
Drenched, waiting to see you again.