For those days when there aren’t words to be said, because all I feel is “I miss you.”
We haven’t looked for definitions and I won’t start.
And for the times when in a veil of smoke I melt into a ring and live a hundred years in the cycle of consciousness through my twisted form.
Then you touch me and I’m free.
For those nights when the stars are closer to my thoughts then your mind could ever be,
But I don’t know how say that I love you anyway.