Missing You, No Matter Where I Am

Missing You, No Matter Where I Am by Anna Madden

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Issue 9 (Winter 2025)

some deity with a French manicure
touched this sky of velvet and ravens
I see her silver thumb lighting your profile
as mile markers pass us by.

it makes me sad to think I won't
be here much longer even though
Dream gave me a sand-born vision
of where I’ll go next
a soul can be homesick and feel lost
while visiting Summerland

how do birds know when to migrate?
you said you think the heavens tell them
in the root-whispers of elderly oaks

the world has its own plans,
burning the wick that neither you nor I
can blow out even though it hurts us
when we grab hold and say, “I love you,”
as if we intend to keep the wax
from dripping down