I think I miss you,
Cause I feel a sadness,
That seems to be settling inside me,
The world seems to be losing its color,
And the sun, seems dimmer than before.

I think I miss you, 
As everytime I think of you,
I feel my stomach turn,
And my heart smash into my ribcage.


I think I miss you, 
As all I seem to think of; is you,
The moments I spent with you, 
The words I exchanged with you,
The times when I touched you,
All of it seems to be coming back to me.
In one fell swoop, like a tsunami,
Emerging out of nowhere,
As it breaks down the wall I had built,
To keep you out.
To keep me Happy.

I think I miss you, 
And all the things about you,
Your silence, and your confusion,
I want to embrace you.
And hold you tight in my arms,
Until I am satisfied.
Until I have inhaled to my satisfaction the fragrance that emanates from your hair.
Until I have let the tears from my eyes,
Make their abode atop your shoulders,
Until I no more feel the need to write such poems anymore;

I think, I will always miss you.