Tore bina

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.