Simply Put

I thought that
Time, distance
And a gaping
Space would
Help me miss you
Less.

I thought that
What I feel for you
Will be numbed when
I look at the obvious
Impossibilities.

But
It's a winter's day,
With the hope of
Snow,
And I see a
A bull-dog and his owner
Pass me by;

I can (almost immediately)
See images
Of the bull-dog that I love
And his
Master play like a movie
In my head.

And I suddenly
Remember what it is
To miss you more than
Ever.