There's almost no way to write about you without sounding horribly cliché.
(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
I'm alone and lonely.)
Maybe this makes me a terrible poet.
Or maybe this is what you've made me:
a tangled mess of clichés and needs and loneliness.
All things I thought I'd abandoned long ago.
But still, just let me get this out:
"I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
I'm alone and lonely."

When I'm with you, it's hard to remember I'm still on Earth
because you are my heaven.
But also when I'm with you, nothing feels more real
because you are my home.
I wish I could erase the miles from the map and have them disappear.
I want to be more than words on a screen or a voice through a speaker to you.
I want to be your hand-holder and blanket-stealer,
I want to be your shopping buddy and house-cleaner.
I want to be your goodnight squeeze and good morning kiss,
I want to be your date and plus one.
I want to be with you.
Instead, I am Here and you are There and Everything is in between.
Maybe lyrics will say this better than I ever will,
but I miss you.

Just keep waiting. I'll be there.