At The Most Unexpected Of Times

On occasion,
I miss you
most unexpectedly.

Tonight, it wasn’t the sound
of summer crickets
through the screen door,
but the rush of a breeze
that made me think of you.

Other times
when I'm foggy with sleep and
resigned to the end of my day,
I’ll close my eyes
and you’ll appear to me,
your eyes smiling quietly.

It might be hair
colored the same as yours
(or not)
that recalls my fingers
drawn through your tangles.

But it might also be
a spilled puddle of wine
to remind me
of lies not so sweet.

On occasion,
I miss you
at the most unexpected of times.