His eyes.
His touch.
His voice.
His existence drives me insane from thinking of him,
My mind is spinning from how many hours I have thought of him.
The him that is…
Miles,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds,
Away from me.
His presence is like a ghost in my room,
Filling up my space with his scent.
To the point that I could make a candle while thinking of it.
Something to cling to.
Something to feel.
Something that is him.
Enough for me to name millions of songs that remind me of him,
Songs I sing to feel his presence,
His existence,
If only he were here,
His touch,
His kiss,
His everything…
-M
