I miss him. Or do I?
Do I miss him?
How do you miss someone who's there
I don't, yet I do
He doesn't touch me yet he touches my soul, every second of every day.
He doesn't wipe my tears but he makes them go away
He doesn't look at my scars yet he kisses them each day
Yet he plays his part in their healing
He kisses me goodnight and wakes me up
He lightens up my dreams and chases away my fears
I miss him. Or do I?
Do I miss him?
How do you miss someone who's there
I don't, yet I do
I can't hide my face in his neck yet I smell him
Everyday
How he can't get me pain killers but kills my pain faster than any medicine on planet
He's near my heart physically, emotionally inside it
His smell is engraved in my mind yet is physically present in my bag at all times
Each day we spend physically apart is another day closer to being physically together
A/N: hey guys I'm dying of slumber I'll continue later
