When I miss you I hold it against the winds that give me a sudden shiver
the blue skies that flirt with the hope of a sudden shower,
the laughing child playing at the fountains across the road.
When I miss you I hold it against the old couple with their arms entwined
the tourist pamphlets at the tube station,
the driver who stops his car and smiles at me while I cross the road.
When I miss you I hold it against the young pair kissing without a worry in the world
the lost lady who stops me to ask for directions,
the homeless guy under the arches asking for some spare change.
When I miss you I hold it against all the times I have laughed in the past
the people we know and the people who know us,
when I miss you I hold it against God Himself.
