Bits of things that pop into this mind.

If I tell you

I miss you,

will it matter to you?

It destroys me to pieces knowing my absence doesn’t bother you.

This void deep down in my chest

doesn’t know any end.

All this hoping and praying hasn’t turned me into a believer.

I am nowhere nearer to being with you. 

Seems like I’ll go on,

missing you.

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