Missing You

It is as if you never left
as if your eyes still cast glances
over my shoulder,
as if you continue
to pass on your wise counsel.
On days like today

where the bushes burn bright
against the green and blue, I think
of you, wish yet again
that you had not gone
before I was ready to say goodbye,
and wish again for one more smile
before the tears flow, unrelentless.

I till my fields, cull the weeds
until I am left with stark skeletons
and it is only when you nudge me
as they stand shivering,
I realise they hunger for warmth. Now
even the wind has left me,

and on days like today
when the sun has forgotten to smile
I practice acting, nod, listening
to all, still wishing you had not left
so soon.