Poems by Jonna

I miss you in the morning,

as I walk through the apartment’s quiet rooms.

Furniture like phantoms in the darkness.

 

I miss you during the day,

when the sun warms my face, and the wind rustles through the

potted plants on the balcony.

I miss you in the evening,

when the teapot spreads the scent of chamomile in the kitchen.

I miss you at night,

in the fan’s persistent buzzing,

my tangled sheets, and the sounds from the street outside.

I miss you in the spring,

when my boots break the thin ice,

and the water trickles forth.

I miss you in the summer,

when I stand with my feet in the cold sea,

and the breeze in my hair.

I miss you in the autumn,

when the orange leaves form patterns in my path.

I miss you in the winter,

when the cold seeps into my body,

and I wrap my jacket tighter around me.

 

I simply miss you.

All the time.