I miss you.
I missed you in New York
City
the way you
drove
us and found parking
the way you
led us
through the neighborhoods
the way we always went to the
same
restaurants
the way you always
paid
on your credit card for points
the way you told us
later
how much we owed you
the way we’d
walk
forever
the way you sat in front
when we took a taxi
and talked to the driver
the way you popped
into a bar
for a beer
I want a beer
you’d say
I could live here
you’d say
how did you always
find the best
hidden bars?
later we would pour a glass of wine
sit in the hotel
or on the rooftop deck
we’d talk about our New York
memories
and eat the snacks Kris packed
Our last time in New York
City
you knew
you knew it was your
last
time
I told myself there would be
more
time
I missed you in New York
this
time
On a Thought 
Oh, Ona. What a beautiful and bittersweet poem you’ve brought us here. I love the simplicity of the way you’ve structured it. For me, it’s like I can picture you, walking around New York, remembering all of these things as you go, each memory a new “missing.” And the longing (maybe regret?) at the end leaves me, too, feeling not-quite-whole.
LOVED it.
Your beautiful poem brought tears to my eyes. It has encouraged me to write one of my own. Thank you for sharing it.