Nearly days have passed, yet it feels nearer to a lifetime.
Time has no meaning in your presence, for it is never wasted and cannot be measured.
And so your absence leaves distress within my heart.
Hours pass by, mocking me with their lethargic ways,
each second lingering more than the one before it.
They leave me restless, as I await the next moment I see you.
Because missing you is not simply just being without you.

I miss you as the moon and the stars miss the night sky,
and the flowers miss the Spring.

I miss you like the morning misses the dew,
and dreams miss the depth of a subconscious mind.

I miss you in more ways than the world can miss its existence.
But nothing will ever compare while time is in progression.

For time is now my greatest enemy,
and I invite its effortless defeat.
The moment your eyes meet mine,
and it stops directly in its ongoing path of sorrow.