I Miss You
i miss you. . .
these are the words that run through my mind
but what is ‘you’ exactly?
my mind has no specific image of what ‘you’ is,
all I know is that I long for it
for all I know,
‘you’ might be a scent,
a person,
or even a forgotten habit
but whatever it is
all I know is the I miss it
somewhere. . .
in the depths of my mind
- It felt as if something was missing.
