The Worst Addiction

I miss you like the winter months miss the sun, 
craving your touch the way ice cold ground demands 
the light on its surface, only wanting more. 

I miss you more than I can express 
in words or shapes or sounds, 
breath caught in my throat as 
you take my heart away with you; 
every step you make in the wrong direction,
away from me, becomes another tug at my strings. 

I miss you to the point of no return, 
questioning how this could have happened 
and knowing that I would have it no other way - 
but maybe I should have been kinder, wiser, 
and known that the hourglass was always running down - 
I shouldn’t of pretended there would be no last grain. 

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, 
but I know this only marks the beginning 
of the time we spend apart, 
when I desperately wish that my beating heart 
was counting down the last few minutes
I would have to be without you. 

I miss you, my dearest love, 
the only person I wish I was standing beside; 
you are my other half, and without you
I do not feel whole.