since you have been gone. A craving, an empty, a mawl..
I miss you.
The breath of your words risen to stir me from what
"fathomless depths", I cannot fathom how you love me.
The ground is covered in pure white blankets, and in
them, I want to smother you in me.
I love you.
When you rush in the door with the wintery blast,
I shall usher you with warm hands and warmer kisses.
You have been gone too long.
I know you don't believe it is so, but I suffer without
you, I lament your absence as one grieves the dead.
I need you so.