Missing you

Flash backs and old memories,
are all that comes from re-reading these.
I can't help but feel a sadness return,
when it's for you that I yearn.
All alone since you left,
just flipping through pictures.
Seeing your face,
reading your words.
Sitting idly and waiting for you,
waiting to see you come into view.
But you are eluding,
on new landscapes intruding.
So still I will read and reminisce,
waiting for the day you will return looking so careless.
As if creating suspense was your only intention,
or at least the only one you care to mention.
Return quickly,
on you I wait.
Until then, I miss you.