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

and yet

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.