missing

What more is there to say,
I can't help but feel it.
there are days I miss you.
It is wrong to feel this,
wrong to want you.
But I do.
You sing to me and I hear it.
You are embedded in my soul.
your rhythm displaces reason.
I am confounded by my misery on the subject.
you transfixed me,
and now are misplaced.
How tormenting this is.
I can only hope that you come back to me...

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