I Miss You

I miss the scene
a mixture of you and fall’s leaves
Hands stuffed in pockets
with silly smirk
Noting your patience
while you would work.
Your observant mind, tangle of words
with eyefull attentiveness
like a fisherman, you lure.
Camo junkie, starburst air
am I in YOU over there?
We spoke words and jibberish the same
Both equally were untamed
Craving adventure, good times and life
With unending life passion desire
I miss your conversation, laughter and jokes
Being alone away from other folks
I miss your mystery, your air and your guise
But mostly I miss your tender brown eyes