Pothos – I miss you

I miss you.

My lips miss you.

My fingers miss you.


How can it be I don’t feel you anymore?

Fear. Yearning. My heart aches.


I miss you.

My lips miss you.

I miss.  You.


How comes that windflower stands alone

and doesn’t feel sick about her comrades?


The sky, vast as ever, sends a smile.       Pothos Sky

Sky can not miss other sky.

Sky sends gentle wind caresses

to my lips, to my skin, top to toe.

Love, vast as ever.


No flower ever stands alone.