I was ruthless with my lines when I edited Hell and High Water. If I thought a poem wasn’t ready yet or wasn’t good enough, it didn’t make the cut. These poems have become the deleted scenes of my book. “What I Miss” didn’t make the cut because it was new and not really edited into something I was proud of yet. I’ve done some more editing since.
In most relationships I’ve had, I’ve missed things unique to the person who was no longer there after a breakup, and I don’t know how to hold grudges. So, this poem was born.
What I Miss
Arms wrapped around me at 2AM.
Soft whispers of “It’s okay”.
My trembles subsiding like a child’s after a nightmare.
Your body fitting mine in a perfect nest of spoons.
A hand held out to me–
for a walk, on a car ride, at dinner–just because.
Inappropriate jokes told no matter who listened,
as long as a smile was dragged to my lips.
The quest for French fry perfection.
How you didn’t let go of me first.