The Poet's Dreams

THE POET'S DREAMS #4

"Missing"

I miss you.
So much so that it hurts not being able to talk to you.
With the redness of my cheeks and my attitude turning blue,
I don't want to realize that "us" before has long been overdue.
I'm under the illusion that somehow, your return might be confirmed and true.
But truthfully, I'm just missing you.
I can't put to words the exact feelings I'm feeling.
But I guess, it's dealing and not healing.
The pain of concealing this unappealing side of me because I don't want you to see.
See what a miserable person the man you once loved has become.
That the inability to touch you, hold you, has made me numb.
Okay, I miss you.
I miss how we talked, how we cared, and how we helped each other grow.
How we didn't go with everyone's flow.
How it made us know,
That from the depths of the abyss of where we once was, we were made for each other.
However, the constant reassurances I needed led all of that down to the drain.
We tried to sustain but it ended up causing more pain.
I tried to make you remain but you felt it was a complain.
So now, I'm here just missing you again.
Now it's driving me insane.
And our supposed-to-be-forever love I wanted to keep,
You just went ahead and abstain.
Now I'm sitting here just reminiscing.
About our past, it's what I'm missing.