Someday,

we’ll meet again

and I’ll tell you

that I’ve loved you more than

I’ve loved myself...

I’ll tell you

that I’ve missed you

and that nothing’s been right

without you...

I’ll tell you that

I’ve been a field of dead flowers

rotting away with no sunlight...

I’m a once mellifluous voice

with no lullaby to sing

and no one to sing for

that’s now faded and hoarse....

I’ve been wishing and hoping that

I could obliterate these agonizing

moments that I have to endure

without you here...

You are all I want now.

You are all I want now.

You are all I want now.

Someday,

we’ll meet again

and I’ll tell you that

you will always

have all of me,

forever.

~Love.