Emotions even at their slightest details
Are naturally highlighted
Leaving the lover to just succumb to the feeling
And cruise to that vacuum of hunger and yearning.
I am your lover.
Your imperfect and flawed lover
A lover so human
Can be resilient yet fragile
I am your lover
And I long for you.
Oh, I miss you to the nth time…
But there are just moments
That I don’t want to say ‘I miss you’
Because I found myself missing you more
And this is a terrible kind of missing
A kind of missing that makes me feel empty
A kind of missing that changes the pace of weeks
A kind of missing that leads to teardrops…
But missing you means loving you beyond comparison
And I could only think of all the simile and metaphor I know
But none of them will speak perfectly what I feel
Yet your love makes me seek the solace from poetry
Poetry in its freedom and flexibility
And you are my poem
You are my serendipity
A fulfilled destiny…
And I’ll never leave you
At your side, there shall I be always
You are God’s promise
And in times like this that the pining just becomes strongest and inmost
And sometimes unbearable
I find myself wishing that I can turn me into you
And be exactly where you are
In place and in time
I wish I could just liquefy myself and thaw my heart
And send the vapor instantly and be there sailing in corners and borders
Without being shaken, without fear and helplessness
I hope to just suddenly then become unshakable
Then become the fearless and invincible me…
But I can only be a poet for you
And I can only miss you more and more
And then be your lover forever
That would be everything I can ever be
And that would be my all.