The hardest thing to do is to tell you I miss you without actually telling you I do.

I see hot fumes dressing the empty air
above my chocolate-colored bitterness.
And in between this wasp of hot trappings,
I see your name in abbreviations.

At the end of the river,
the rocks stare helplessly
at the pristine stream of waters
spewing to form a waterfall.

I am helpless as ever
I watch you leave behind
the sound of turning doorknobs
like water at a plunge pool.

As the door closed behind you
the creak turned into a groan
I leaped off the rocks
to find you.

You were gone
So was I
floating in our torrents
of complete sorrow.

I love how your personality
come through even in a text
I love how you remember
the things I've only mentioned once
I love how your laugh
makes other people laugh
I love watching you
watch your favorite show

Your voice.
Your unique scent.

Your soul is like blazing fire
it keeps me warm
like a pair of gloves
wrapped around my fingers.

But now that flame has died
I feel cold, alone, frostbitten
like a carcass in the snow
left for dead by you.

Sometimes
in the stillness of the night
and
in the whispers of silence
I still think of you

Sometimes
I wonder
what His plans were
when He planted
your cheerfulness
into my humdrum
irksome
uninteresting life