Everytime I miss you,

It’s like a day with no sunshine,
Like lilies with no petals,
Rain with no showers,

It’s with everyday I miss you.

It’s as a well dry of water,
River with no flow,
An artist with no canvas,

It’s with everyday I miss you

A breath with no air,
My heart pumps empty,
No flow in my veins,
All stops…

It’s with everytime I miss you.

How can I love this much,
In that your absence paints mine.
Absent minded, numb of all emotions,
Only those that miss you.

How could you have invaded my mind so,
Steal my heart till it exists no more,

It’s with everytime I miss you.

So I am simply sitting and writing you a poem,
Hoping that if finds your soul well,
Hoping that my conversation with this paper
Will bring comfort to me,
Only that it is not you.
Such unbearable pain...
My heart cannot take, but as your lips
Sometimes say…
“I shall be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might”