I miss you terribly and so

I miss you terribly and so
I go through with my day
in the same old way and I go on.
I was born that way.

I miss you more than you'll ever know,
(except now you do)
and you'll miss me, too, and won't
think about it in the morning.

I miss you more often than not,
but I forgot who or when or I thought
I did.

I miss the kid who grew into a man,
who grew to understand
so little.

I miss you a little and a lot.
I'm not perfect. I'm in the middle of this.

I miss the beginning and the end
of an episode,
one friend or another.

I miss my brother in another state,
my mother who stays up late
or doesn't (she never did).
I miss my sis a tad,
my dad and my old life.

I miss my wife when we're apart,
and art when I can't make it
(I fake it).

Don't wake up for me.

In fact, I miss every minute
that passes in the masses
of memories before me.