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.”