Missing you is like thunder with lighting,
Always there.

Missing you is being struck by that lightning,
Making your thoughts the thunder.

Missing you is finding strength in yourself to stop the rumbling jumble that frightens others.
Yet you are used to it as it occurs daily.

Missing you is swimming in the tears shed for days apart.

Missing you is becoming the person you are today.

Missing you is something I will do,
Day after day until we are reunited.

I miss you.