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Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.

wiping tears away from swollen eyes

yet still they leaked through

a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground

drip drip drip

day two

tossing, turning, crying in bed

hugging knees tight to chest

in the months of darkness and cold, i never stopped writing.

i just kept it all to myself. every night, my own religion

pages of pen poised on paper, pouring my heart out

what is it?

is it a glass of milk and a plate of freshly baked cookies,

warm, soft, crumbly dough against an abyss of creamy white

mouth against cool glass and a fresh and gooey delicacy

what is love?