just this morning,
when i woke up,
i thought of you.
i wondered how
is it possible to miss
something you never had.
something you never felt
what it's like to have.
just like the kiss
that you never gave,
and the arms i've never felt.
but i do now, i miss you.
every bit of you.
your eyes that shine
like the stars,
your lips that would seem
to taste like cherry,
your hands that would seem
to be perfect in mine.
and i don't know how,
because i've never seen them
in a good distance
while you were still here.

you are visible in every line
of my poetry
i could say hundreds of words
just to describe your eyes
and thousands just to tell you
how i miss you

your name is etched in every sentence
of my prose
telling you how i love your hands
and the smell of your hair
the zinging energy of your smile
and all that there is about you

i could write all day long
for the rest of my life
about you and your ways
of giving me almost every emotion
in this mad planet

i could write all the time
for the rest of my days
and darling, it will never be enough
for what i feel for you
can only be expressed
in more ways than literature

but with this distance
that separates us,
i think this is the most i can do
to tell you how much you mean to me
and that even though there's distance,
it's always gonna be you

-me