The Fact of the Matter

by Rachel Sault
(Canada)

I miss you like a never-ending escalator, the incline set to the highest, speed to its full potential.

I miss you like I miss tea, when I'm reading by the fire on a cold October day.

I miss you like I miss insults when karma is being kind.

I miss you like I miss stubborn darkness when I only want the light

I miss you like I miss navy when I buy the other colour

I miss you like I miss popsicle sticks in the trailer when I close it for the fall.

I miss you like I miss chilly jelly when served a plate of meat

I miss you like I miss support from a tight electric blue

I miss you like I miss unplanned coordination

I miss you like I miss hearing my laughs only

The fact of the matter is... I miss you