I wonder if I told you I missed you, if that would bring you home. If I said, falling asleep at night is getting harder. Or I dream wide awake thinking of you. That I can't function properly, that I'm distraught and bothered by the notion that this is it. That this is the end of us.
A sigh falls upon me because if I could, I would express it better, more efficiently, in a way that you've never heard before, some unique form of articulating myself but since I don't think I can, I really just wanted you to know...
I. miss. you.
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