Morning Mist, I'm Missing You Again

The summer is so cold.
I wonder when the leaves no longer
looked like that vivid green
I saw in your eyes.

No matter how many layers I pile on
the gaze you gave me before I let you go
still freezes me in such a way--

There was a video
of all the things that should have been said;
all the answers to my questions that were never spoken.
I don't know how you knew,
but you did and all I want
is to go back so I can say them myself;
the words.

Every time I look across the table,
there you are
with your glazed eyes and star-studded smile.

But... what to do?
What do I do?
Your seat is empty.

The warmth of your winter has left me.