i missed you today.
there was a tree in the park
turning dusky red around the edges
but wildly shimmering gold within
i wanted to tramp and dash
through the crispy leaves
with your fingers twined in mine
but you had not yet arrived
so i drove on by
to lunch alone and listen to the silence
of an empty house in afternoon
i imagined — or tried not to imagine —
you sitting somewhere missing me
with an equal degree of contented confusion
wistfully wondering how long your hands
would be cold.