I miss you like the living missing the dead

to this day, to this night
you still pierce my heart
with the throbbing as such that
i have to yield

i have forgotten your face*
but i seem to see you in every window*
stretching your hand
to feel my heart

to ask if i am content to be with you
in your eternal embrace
and to feel
the thousand lives of the dead

*adapted from Neruda*
*i miss you like the living missing the dead*