Gone Doesn't Equate Away

Just as birds fly over the ocean, I miss you with words. I miss you with a feeling, an endearing emotion.

The waterfall's water falls effortlessly, just as my love for you trickles without precaution.

As though fear is afraid to be felt in the presence of my certainty.

With you, serenity manifests itself as a product of my insanity.

My addiction to your energy has morphed my psychology.

These minutes become wasteful when they lack your persuasive vitality.

Grab my soul with your passion and fill me once again with audacious existence.

Similar to the birds which valiantly paint the air above.