Reflections of a Man's Heart

You are almost here, just one day is left!

Today, my head, my heart, my body, all have agreed to miss you even more.

^^

I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
and drink.
I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheek -
it is the same -
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against cold glass;
the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,
everything.

-Jane Hirshfield