I miss you
I say it through hundreds of miles a dozen times a day,
in silent moments on phone calls,
in endless messages after hours of nothing.
I am pleading for you not to make me say it,
not to make me put this loneliness into words.
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Comments (5)
Ugh. Such emotions l
This captures the ache of longing so well—like the silence between words speaks louder than anything. It’s poignant and hits deep.
Oooo. That last line brought it home!
Short, raw, and aching—this piece beautifully captures the quiet desperation of missing someone. It’s simple yet hits right in the feels!
so sad and heartfelt