Missing You

Amidst the throes of what I miss, 'Tis not the grandeur, but the bliss Of simple things, in quiet grace, That brings your absence to embrace. It's in the moments unadorned, A shared laugh, a sunlit morn, Where memories, like gentle streams, Carry soft nostalgic themes. The mundane sights that once we shared, Now whispered echoes, tenderly bared, A flower, a meal, the clouds above, Stirring thoughts of boundless love. Yet in this longing, there resides A solemn truth that gently guides, For in your rest, serene and deep, No more the pain, no more to weep. I do not crave your sorrowed past, But oh, your presence unsurpassed, For in its absence, stark and true, I find myself missing you.