Drowning in the sea of solitude,
lost on the plains of wild and simple thoughts.
Left with the scarf of the beautiful memories,
the fragrance so appealing to my lost soul;
still as every other time I plugged my nose to smell you.

I miss the sweet pain; all of it,
from the torture of your presence in total absence,
to the liberation brought by the tour of your dagger through my heart.
Though our principles may never let us see our true selves in the mirror,
close your eyes and ask if I truly do not miss you.

I rue the miles
and the wrapped darkness it gifted us.
You’d have seen through all looking into these eyes you once loved.
My simple words couldn’t explain the complications no more.
Maybe you just needed to know far from you was never my home; with you was.

Now I crush on the beauty I once had,
one that was gonna be mine through all.
Maybe that day still would have come,
even if I was close enough to wrap my arms around you.
Though a simple hush could have saved the day;
giving it to a long kiss and a few tears of hope.

I still miss you though,
even if a flood of tears can’t drench the desert our own garden has become.
Just didn’t need to lose you to know you’ve been my best yet.
Known that from the first use of “5” on day one.
Until there is a truly perfect one,
there’ll be none closer to perfection than you; for me at least.