Monkey
My old monkey mind
whispers your name over my
ujjayi breathing.
I have a hard time being present when you are not.
Every ray of light and verdant green leaf I see, is your smile;
each bird call is your laugh.
I work, stretch, cook, drive, wash and sleep like in a dream.
I am afraid to open my eyes and see your empty chair at my table.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and monkey-business-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Even if you can’t sit still because of the anticipation, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those 8-limbed-syllables for all eternity.
