You are my musical melody,
My love filled remedy.

But I sit quietly. Avoid the contemplating;
Eluding and evading, silently sedating.

Until the music breaks through.
That horrid moment of truth.

The moment where I finally say,
"I miss you."

But I could never sing a song so true.
To portray my love from me to you.
I just need to hear, feel, tell you once more.
"I miss you."

The pain has brought me to my knees.
Until something sounds and rejoice!
Could it be my musical melody of that precious voice?
One last time..

The sorrow has made me think of possibilities.
What lies beyond the process of growing from a seed
to an O so beautiful blooming tree. Could it be?
An encounter with a known and lost entity.

My hand out stretched -
Will the vibrations make it from me to you and back to me?
One last time..

The thought comes up but I am scared to face it.
Could I never think again and infinitely erase it?
Or should I embrace it?

A voice in my head tells me to push on through
and say those oh so meaningful words,
"I miss you."

Did I ever tell you that?

You are my musical melody,
My love filled remedy.

Until then I sit quietly.
Until the music breaks through
That beautiful moment of complete and utter truth.
The moment where I finally could say..

I miss you...