somebody once said,
that missing you
is just another way
of saying
i love you.
i've never heard anything more false.
love leaves you wanting more.
but missing you is like drowning in a sea
that has been set on fire.
missing you is
lying awake at night,
in the darkness,
trying not to think of your arms around me,
trying not to sleep
so that i don't have to dream of you.
missing you is like waking up
and looking around an empty house
that is full of clues to where i can find you.
missing you means knowing
that you will never miss me back.