I desperately need to write to you.
Everyday I find myself, pencil in hand,
And you in mind.
But I can’t seem to gather words
To describe the way I want you.
“I miss you” would be a lie.
“I miss you” would be
Because I don’t just miss you.
I pray for your calls.
I ache for your touch-
I long for your presence.
I hold my phone every night
And I hope to hear your voice,
But yet, I would not know what to say,
For I cant call you because I know,
It will hurt even more than your absence,
Knowing you will not answer.