The fingers of my soul reach out to you
Across this distance
Searching, hoping for
Something beside the point.

To be quite honest
To throw it out there
Twitching
In the streets
To be squashed beneath
Thoughts deemed more important
In this instance
In this moment
To bare the heart of the feeling
Anticipating a knife
To slide into this innocence and
Stop its nonsensical beating
To sum it all up,

I miss you.