"My lips miss the feeling of yours"

Oh love don't I miss it too

That heat in a tiny contact

An oxytocin oxymoron of a love

And we're still together but if only we we're together

This absence ever present omnipresent 

But you my dear are the present

The future, the past

The stories I mutter to myself in dark rooms

The songs I sing, each melody an echo of you

Damn I miss you, I hope you miss me too

"My hands miss being interlocked with yours"

Oh won't you lace my fingers with yours

Squeezing tight, intertwined

Sweet, intoxicating wine 

A distance so far my body shakes in withdrawals

Won't something grant me recovery

To find you once more in a space eternally expanding

An entropic time so rapidly approaching

"I miss the way you smell"

To breathe you in

Coincide myself in you, won't my lungs capture the feeling of you near me

Screw oxygen, I only need you

I'm lost but then, emerge to see you

Won't everything culminate in watching you step through that door

My heart is on the floor

Can't you see it, simultaneously bursting and freezing

Entirely yours, condensed in pixelated poetry, like running ink

I picture you from afar

We've come so far, and yet so close

To be apart for weeks on end, I chase your ghost

Always with me, a whisper in my ear, a glimmer in the sun

Finding you in every beautiful thing, rivaled by none

And now I'm rambling in attempts to say simple truths

Which is that I miss you