I Miss You

Imagining
that you're right here,
standing next to me,
so close
that I can feel your breath.

Dreaming
of you again,
as I do every
single second
of the day.

(I remember how you used
to hold me. I recollect
your laughter in the dark.

My memories are
fading slowly,
but I don't want to let go!)

Praying
that I will see
you again, smiling ever
so sweetly,
just like you used to.

Crying
alone at night,
I miss you more than
I could
ever dream of.

(The pain consuming me
is so surreal.
I feel so hollow,
so empty inside.

I am sullen
in my bitter loneliness.
I don't want to be alone
like this.)

Aching
for you, my heart
cries out in excruciating,
murderous pain. . .
and it won't stop.

Wanting
you, like some sort
of addictive drug, I can
barely live
without your love.

(I want to die -
the pain is too intense.

I feel like
my heart has been ripped out
and the hole will never heal.)

Longing
for your lips,
I can't stop dreaming
about you -
but you're so far away.

Missing
you more each
moment, I put on
a mask
and try to hide the anguish.

(Though my mask
is happy and at ease,
I cry myself to sleep
at night, until the tears
won't run anymore.

Tormented without you,
I cannot find myself
in the darkness.
I cannot think,
for all of my thoughts
are missing you.)