I only let myself miss you at
ends of days
in-betweens
moments when everything is ending and i
I'm losing myself to slipping into your eyes through
a screen and over
6,000 miles of sea please
pull me back in I miss
everything about you I miss
the way you smell I miss
the way you laugh I miss
the way you looked at me so when I let myself miss
you only at the end of days is it
any wonder that you find your way
to slip through the cracks in my walls and I
I just miss you I miss you I don't let myself but I
don't have to somehow you
are you and that is
permission enough