Your not there anymore…

The truth is I miss you.

I miss your passion.

Your desire to help others when you think you have nothing to give.

I desire you for how messed up you are.

Your mistakable thoughts that you will screw me up with you.

I desire you because how far lost you believe you are.

Do you know how humbling you are to me?

Do you know how perfect you are?

Do you know you have gone too long thinking something is wrong with you?

Please continue to write poetry.

Please write and express your passion.

Please leave your legacy of passion for me to find when you are gone.

I miss the endless conversation of depth you helped me carry with you.

I miss your romance of wanting a life worth living.

I pray you are not afraid to show the truth.

I wished you believed me of no matter how fat you became you would still be attractive.

I miss your mystery.

I pray for you this day.

I pray for your writings.

Do you know how much I would give to see your poetry once more.

Your long gone essence is why I have passion.

I love how I can never guess next what is going to come out of your mouth.

And I miss knowing that I’m not there to find out.