there is much to be said in kitchens
standing in doorways, arms crossed.
i could say everything i can think of
to make you know my heart, everything
conceivable to help you understand
what it is i've been trying to say for months.
and here it is, i guess, pared away to its core:
i miss you.
and the part that hurts the most is the grief
over a loss i'm not sure you realize.
you might not miss me back.