On missing you

"The opposite of love's indifference"
     --the Lumaniers in Stubborn Love

The opposite of this feeling of lying curled up next you you 
Is not being able to remember how it feels to be curled up next to you.
When I can no longer conjure the feeling of your hands on my skin.
When I've lost the taste of the nape of your neck somewhere to the unrelenting tide of memory.

You gave me a love poem
On a sheet of looseleaf paper
Crumpled from the worry of hands
Running over it again and again as you held it in your pocket.
And all I could say was "I think your meter is a little off."
But I put it in my glove compartment and saved it there alongside faded wildflowers.
It's still when I need reminding.

The opposite of the feeling of kissing you
Is the bitter wind in my face.
Stinging my eyes.