I miss you
like rain, like an ache.
I miss you like I miss you,
when you're in my hands,
under my eyelids, my breath.
I miss you like I'm missing you
There's something about the way a person's face moves when they say the words, "I miss you". Like they've just created a vaccum that cannot be filled. But they say it anyway, because it hurts more not to say it. It's bitter sweet.
It's hardest when you miss someone who is right infront of you. It's less of a statement, and more of a call.... "Please, come back to me. Please, cross the distance that we cannot see."