B + D

I miss you in the moments when it's quiet...

I feel as though my heart has gone on a diet

of ling'ring in photos of you in my mind,

of knowing we're apart too often to find

that gentle, sweet nectar of thoughts of you...

which feel often so like honey dew,

with bittersweet tastes of green tea

and beautiful petals: you and me.

I see your face in ev'ry flower --

just like Connick sang I would.

I see your eyes like tech and power,

sparking like they ever could.

It hurts so much that you're not here,

but I know someday, we'll be e'er near.

I love you. I miss you.

I love and miss you, Dear.