nothing to say, after three days

i miss you.
not like a desert would miss the rain,
for if a desert had known rain,
it wouldn't be a desert.
i miss you.
not like the a dog would miss his master,
for if loyalty had no bounds,
we would never know loneliness.
i miss you.
not like the sock that has lost its mate,
for if we meant to be a pair forever,
we would never wander.

i miss you
like a watch that has stopped ticking
as if it simply grew tired of telling the time.
like a car that has not been driven for a while,
never to know the pleasure of the road again.
i miss you like a new paintbrush
that has never smelled red or blue or green.
i miss you like a box of mangoes
that arrives spilled and spoiled and never tasted.
like a chair that has never been sat in
and a book that has been read halfway,
forgotten, the story never completed.
i miss you,
like you would never miss me.