When you miss me,
It’s a cloudy day.
You can hear the rain dancing on the roof,
It’s cold and uncomfortable.
You miss the way I listened,
To everything you had to say
On the edge of my seat-
How you could tell me anything,
The way you felt safe.
When I miss you
It’s a hurricane,
And the winds crush me beneath
The weight of everything I feel.
My body aches
As I yearn to breathe again.
I miss the rush I felt when you looked at me,
I miss knowing, or thinking, that you wanted me too,
I miss your head against my shoulder,
I miss your touch on my hand.
I miss how everything you touched turned beautiful.