Each time I log in, I straight away leap into my inbox
Like a hungry wounded fox
which I scan a million times just to be sure
Particularly when your name isn’t among the unread
Then I attempt refreshing the page imagining there’s
a message awaiting to pop up…
I don’t do this because I am impatient, which I occasionally am
But because I think you love me by almost an equal measure
and think you understand how painful missing you really feels…
Try it sometimes, try missing you and see the hell it puts me through
Try missing those eyes that glow brighter than sapphire
Eyes that are an insult to the sparkle of the stars,
yet unto the glow of the full moon an infuriating satire
Try missing those soft palms that used to hold to mine
and bloom in me ornaments of valour and comfort
Try a day without your stunning lips that I’d only cease to kiss
when my lungs in envy compelled me to gasp for breath
since you are a jewel that my shackled heart wont share with
anyone, not even my distraught mind
try missing your perfume, your orchestral voice
maybe then you’ll understand better when I say I have no choice…
try persevering the pain the other person in my mirror bears
seeing yet unable to touch you, near yet so far
it’s like Moses’ grief when yards away lay the promised land
he couldn’t reach, not even by the help of his sea splitting magical wand…
the bottom line is I miss you, I miss me…but the thing I miss most is “us”.