I miss you.
I know you see that I miss,
and I know you think I miss him.
But sadly I cannot, I do not know how
to admit to you how gravely you are mistaken.
I wish I would, as some grand poet, write to you:
“My soul longs for yours.”
Oh, but it’s my body that misses you,
my skin and my breath,
it is my thought that misses you,
my words miss you,
and yes, my soul misses you too.
I whole miss you,
and I miss you whole.
Dragon, 2000-2010, translation