And I Missed You Poem by Ravi Kopra

When you called me yesterday
in the evening, I was looking
at your photo in the golden frame
sitting on the table beside my bed.
I was thinking of you.

Your golden voice was music to my ears.
It brings me relief. I walked to the pavillion
in the backyard under the full autumn moon
and sat there alone.

The breeze had brought in purple plum
leaves scattered all over the the floor.
Two doves came to splash water on their wings
and flew back to their nest in the pear tree.
They coo cooed there, and I missed you.