I miss you with everything I have,
with everything I can,
and with everything I am.

With raindrops falling and sunshine.
With every thought out of my mind.
In the blowing wind and the gliding moon.
With every breath I miss or take too soon.

In every second that is tickling
And every muscle that is beating.
With every flickering of my light
And all the stars from all my nights.

When I smile or when I weep;
When I’m awake and when I sleep.
With the dancing of my curtains,
In all the known and the uncertain.

With every wave the ocean brings.
In all my hopes and all my dreams.
When day is born and night is gone.
In all I do and all I've done.

In my old future and my past youth;
In my biggest and my smallest truth.
While a politician lies and a hero is born.
In the fearful doubt of right and wrong.

In my tears and laughter,
In my before and after.
In the emptiness of my shadow.
In the darkness of my hollow.

Within Neruda’s rhyming
And In Becker’s free writing.
In Shakespeare’s imagination
And Chomsky’s punctuation.

In the amount of freckles on my back
And in all the things I will ever lack.
When I’m trapped and when I’m free
While I have the joy of knowing thee.

I miss you
And there’s nothing I can do
Because I miss myself, too,
Whenever I don’t have you.