Loss

I wish I could see him again,

More than anything in the world.

He haunts my mind with this desire to run,

Run to him like a lost child coming home,

A sheep to her shepherd.

But if I say him again,

I wouldn’t know what to say,

Because words only go so far,

And I can’t describe the pain in a million paragraphs,

Let alone a sentence.

His loss is like a pit in the back of my mind that I’m pushing away,

But his memory only makes it grow.

So if I ever see him again, I wouldn’t burst into a monologue,

Or speech of a thousand words,

I’d simply breath what I’ve been saying all along,

“I’ve missed you.”