missing

you’re missing in action and I’m
missing you. not like that,
maybe a little, but more just
as a friend. yes, I was mad
before, so much so
that it took me ten days
to get over it, before I realized
that my anger really had no basis,
I was building a towering rage
on a bed of quicksand.

but now I think it’s better
to accept my lot, and take
what I can get, which is
way better than nothing.
I know that eventually
this little ache
will heal itself.