I miss you from the bottom of my heart—
oh, but my heart is bottomless.
So I miss you endlessly,
or perhaps from a place
deeper than endlessness itself.
I miss you until I see you again,
and even then, I miss you more—
because I know
we shall part again.
But missing you is not sorrow;
it is joy's howling longings.
For you are a happy flower,
my white Jasmine,
blooming even in absence.
