It's like an endless pit,
You keep falling...
You could keep falling for years because the day you land is the day your hand intertwines with the hand of the one you've missed.
Until then, you would miss them like you'd die if they aren't here the very next moment,
And that's the beauty of this pain,
You can never die by the way it kills you.
You could cry because you missed them so much,
But you'd also be picking yourself up the very next moment, in hope that this pain was only temporary.
Sometimes you are strong enough to resist it and walk through the day like you're okay;
Like everything is okay even though it's not.
You'd feel it pulling you down every now and then,
Every time you are too drained to lock the feelings away in the dark, they'd slip out like it's their chance to escape.
You cannot control what you feel,
Maybe you could hold up till the end of the day,
But at the end of the day, they'd all come back again.
You could do all sorts of things to keep yourself distracted, but the mind always wanders back to the one you miss.
The feelings would always get to you,
You'd long for the person, you'd ache inside,
It'd hurt the same every day, only a little more on some days, but never less.
