I miss you like a tree misses its leaves when it is bare,
That is not to say I am incomplete without you; it’s only a phase of life, I know
And I also know that the leaves will grow back
But these will be new leaves
And they will make the tree feel protected again
They will glimmer in the sunlight and when they change (like all living things do)
They will show the tree a mix of colors different from the ones before it

But it has been a dreary and cold winter
And I am still waiting
And in large part, I had become so accustomed to your colors -
Your rusty hair and honey eyes,
That I’m not sure I’m ready for the change.