Dear poem, I miss you
every time I don't have you in my reach,
I can't live
without you.

You are the art I engross on the
blank page,
the painting of
my emotions.

You live in that place of my body where only my Mom ( and sister ) are ( for now ), I love you.

You are the magic and I'm the magician, dear poem,
I can't live
without you.

It's not that I'm afraid of telling people about how I feel about them!, I actually tell them but
telling you is
different,
dear poem,
I love you.