I miss you
I miss the sound of your voice over acoustic guitar
My siren, my Apollo, my muse
Only my imagination knows how your scruff feels against my cheek
It’s as if you’re here
Holding onto me with restrained desperation
Every chance I ever come upon, I will always accept your call
Even if for a moment, just to hear your voice
Just the chance to hear those words again
Before there is prejudice of selfishness, allow me to explain
That although these are my own desires
Your health comes first, your happiness comes first
So please do not bare your fangs
I have no ill will
I just miss you intensely.
I don’t know what else to do.