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.
To my lover, who moved into a different city, different country, different continent, separated by land and sea, thousands of miles away from me. But I'll hold on to the thought that "we could be."