When I miss you now all I do is write
It may hurt my heart, but that I can fight
Put pen to paper and be contrite
All the while loving you with all of my might

I know I can’t call to say hello
Or even a text would be met by a no
So the options are limited, no way to go
But writing poetry for you, is all I know

It helps me to feel a little more close
Connected in some way, a tiny dose
I’m not sure what a therapist would diagnose
But I know its ‘cause I love you the most

And I wonder, if you could read what I write
Would your love for me feel a little more right
Would you think of me when you doze off tonight?
Would the thought of me bring you a little delight?