The Way I Miss You

Do you cradle me between
your shadow and soul?
Am I hanging
in your unfinished thoughts?
And do I linger
in your unspoken words?
Is my name in your
sharp inhalations of breath?
Does the memory of my laughter
warm your blood?
And is Life just an excuse
so that we may find each other
again and again?

Do you miss me
The way I miss you?