I Started Missing You the Moment I Met You

every ghost is another ghost’s
reflection, the changed
host an altered
inflection of a
body loved, or suffered

in the mathematics of language, the
cosine connection yields
the shape of a word
nearly remembered, but
severed from conscious retention

I started missing you the moment
I met you, a scent or
ascension, a
you before you who I knew
and know now and will know forever again