Wednesday, August 12, 2009

missing

I miss you from deep inside of my veins.
I miss you, as if, your absence is my own absence.
I knew it was love when you introduced me to more of myself, just in your wonderful self.
I only knew I missed you when, for the first time in a long time, I felt not myself (unbalanced, off-kilter); yourself made it easier to be myself.
A buttress, of flesh and blood.

tear down, rebuild, repair.

1 comment:

Me. said...

I think this is every kind of right.