Gone Missing

I miss you.
Words whose letters are saturated
in the coldest blue color
like the unwavering deepness
of the ocean and sea.
I miss you.
Whose letters sit on my tongue
like the coppery taste of blood,
or pennies.
I miss you.
Whose sound is thick in the air
like the tangible crumple
of tin foil.
I miss you.
These words escape your mouth
and caress my skin
traveling upward from my toes
to my belly
and neck
until they slither
into my mouth
and choke me.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.