I Miss You

I do little things
like saute garlic and
deviate from recipe.
I try to be clever with
tomatoes and pepper,
and experiment around
pretending to be you.

I’m not adventurous,
but you are,
and I miss the way
you’d smile over
your shoulder at me
and your eyes
would become folded
into your cheeks.

I think ten days
apart from you is torture,
and pray that this experience
will only grow us stronger.