i miss the sound of your
voice,
the words in which you
spoke,
the love that lingered quietly
in the pauses of time.
i miss you in the sense
that i am no longer whole,
just a part of a poem
floating in the sky, looking for
eyes who are eager to read me.
i am not of the Fierce Lovers, love.
i love too softly, too quietly,
and perhaps, a little too deeply.
in the subtle touches of your
hand, i will be content.
i miss you...
so much that there is hallow
place inside me.
i wish you knew...
maybe you do.
maybe i don't cross your
mind as often as you cross mine.
but even then, your love
blooms in me.
in the gloomiest parts of my
soul,
you are the most beautiful,
most incandescent,
flower.
and you bloom gracefully, love.
gentle, like the petals that
fall with every passing day.
brushing softly against the
bone white cage.
i miss you, love.
a bit too often, a bit too much.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx6gr_Ch9x8
^^This reminds me of you...