missing you – Susie Hemingway

I miss you before my mind reaches consciousness

I miss your smile when I leave my dreams.

Missing you is the light of morning and the dusk of eventide,

it is all the hours in between too.

I talk to you as I pass your door, I hear your call in the night to me and I hear your feet touch the floor in the hallway.

Missing you is the sun glinting on snow or the foggy gloominess of tearful days.

Itâ€™s smelling your clothes as I pack them away…when I donâ€™t want to part with them but know I should.

It is this pain I carry heavily around in my heart every day that all know about but that no one can see.

Missing you is the tears that try to overwhelm me with their hot painfulness, that jump out to catch-me when I least expect them. That make me feel foolish when they trickle unasked down my face.

Missing you is the place that is always yours at the table; it is not wanting to sit there ever again but knowing I must.

Where were you when we all sat with garish Christmas hats that you always managed to wear and still look cute?

I was thinking of you then and all the time when laughter surrounded me, when I heard your voice out of the mouth of another, seeing your smile in my mind and on the face of a stranger!

I miss your talks with me at the end of every day, your dear sweet words of love…more than I could miss the air I breathe.

Missing you is the crisp white snow melting in a river of tears, that flow from eyes that seldom cried.

I miss too much your dark â€˜chocolate colouredâ€™ eyes, even missing the look of pain they carried in recent years. I miss the way they always searched for me. Are they searching for me now?

Missing you is the hardest thing I have ever done….or will I ever do…

Ray of Light Photo: Janey Johnson Photos.

I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsa

– that feels so like chillies when they touch

your tongue – drifted across the dance floor.

I missed you as this enticing music reached

my jewelled pinned ears.

Where were you? when the luscious sounds of

Sax blues, caught my needy toes

so carefully encased in high dancing shoes.

Where were those slim â€˜sun touchedâ€™ hands that would

reach to twirl me to the dance floor.

Where was the graceful dancer, whose gentle persuasion

could spin me like a whirlpool, making me turn

and sway to the sounds of Latin beats and Bluesy tones.

Tell me, where were those magical eyes,

those sparkling rays of light, that always laughed with me.

Where was that smile, those breathy movements on the dance floor, those feet that could glide and coax

the dancer from my soulâ€¦

How my heart wants to dance with you once more,

instead of standing alone when the music calls to me.

I watched the others spin and whirl but my arms were empty,

sadness for your charms that made me feel like sixteen again.

I was never a wallflower but she has found me now,

where were youâ€¦ when the deliciously heated sound of Salsa reached my earsâ€¦ where were you?

Photo Susie and Hamada â€“Alex 1986. Wallflower Photo courtesy of Janey Johnson Photos. 2009

*This Poem was Posted On The Day Patrick Swazey Died Of Pancreatic Cancer. He Was A Wonderful Dancer bringing much pleasure to many ladies who saw him in the enchanting film â€œDirty Dancingâ€ So I dedicate this poem to Patrick and to all lovers of dancing . â€œMay Patrick continue to dance in Heavenâ€

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“Missing You” by Susie Hemingway.