an inconsolable illusion

I miss you,

you who hovers,

under opaque and flowy gauze,

delicate features distant in memory,

refracting the sunlight,

as waves which reflect,

an inconsolable illusion,

hidden in the desolate depths,

of a neverending sea.

I miss you,

words warm and sweet,

lovely as amber honey in the sunlight.

I yearn for your voice,

your creativity,

your imagination,

your laughter,

which you gift me,

as a comforting mead,

on frosty winter nights.

My throat clenches,

my heart heaves,

salty tears escape my eyes,

when you are not here.

I miss the words you gave me,

and the ideas which blossomed,

from your simmering golden sun.

I miss you,

as a lover misses the moon,

a cut flower,

which misses its earth.

The unfortunate tragedy,

of losing you,

is that I will always ache,

to hear these same sentiments,

pouring out,

of your beautiful mouth,

and it pains me so much,

for me to wonder,

if,

you have also whispered,

“I miss you, too.”

@dream