I thought of You

It was Wednesday in the summer
when my mind flew to you
.
The outdoors were like an oven
and they were missing you
.
I worked all day and thought about much
like how the woods, too, were likely missing you
.
I remembered the wise men and women, once we knew
and how, likely, they were still admiring you
.
I remember in the museums, the canvases full of colors
I quietly, abashedly tried to compare to you
.
In attempts for drama we regrettably tell not the truth
for it was not until tonight that truly I thought of you
.
Looking into the mirror, a blemish I squeezed
and unintentionally, thought of you
.
Complimentary, nonetheless, for with the slightest pressure
you would always come through.