The feeling starts the same every day
like how the wind blows in the evening
hot and warm
it overwhelms me
calling me by name and pulling me under
the nonexistent waves of water
When these feelings leave me
by the time apart
of too many days having passed
when i don't see him for a while
when the text messages stop and
the phone calls go silent
I begin to worry
for the pain that spreads again
being alone and off to fend for myself
from the reoccurring torture of another absence
departure one after the other
how my care and love runs as deep as the earth they would be buried in
and while thankfully you're not missing in that instance
this still reminds me how much i miss her
how much i miss them.
-i miss you (all)
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
