I do not miss you more on Valentine’s Day.
In the profusion of reds and intact hearts you are no more absent than you ever were.
(I do not miss you in the language of calendars and clocks – in the birthdays and the Christmas mornings and the ten-nine-eights of New Years Eve)
I miss you when it rains. That is all, and when.
(I do not miss you more than when it rains)