sometimes I miss you I don't understand why or how but the ache inside me becomes a physical saddness i can't bear... this isn't...
the echo of your laughter and the sounds of your tears the warmth of your hand over mine ... the tenderness in your every
touch.... is that a lie? I can see the rage in your eyes at the tearing honesty of lies to your every breath of trust... sometimes
I can't fathom how hard this really is... and then ... I realize why and it doesn't hurt so much to miss you