I love missing you. It’s such a tasty, wholesome experience.
Like eating a banana.
Missing you is juicy with a devious prick…
Like biting into a slice of pineapple.
I love missing you — like eating mangoes when they aren’t there.
Sucking on cherished moments, each subtle feeling.
At times, missing you is tasteless with a slight distaste.
Akin to Kale, it fills me with energy.
I love missing you with ease.
Just as water flows into my mouth, down the throat, with ease.
I love missing you when I’m not even aware, that I am missing you.
Just as I breathe. Missing you is my life.
And then suddenly, I am aware — that I am missing you.
And suddenly I’m that much more — alive!