To miss you
Is to be torn in half No It is to be shredded in pieces So small that no one can see me To miss you Is to lose my right to speak If I ever had any It is to not be able to utter a word So silent that no one can hear me To miss you Is to love you Not unconditionally Because life is full of conditions Even to the purest loves There is an end game To miss you Is waiting in the dark Clueless, hopeless, helpless, wandering Checking every face that passes me: Is it you? To miss you Is to forget what your face looked like at all Or smelled like Or how it wrinkled when you smiled And how it blushed when I smiled To miss you Is strangely More loving to you Than I ever did when I saw you To miss you Is to love you Is to be broken and love you still
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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