I Miss You

I confess
That I miss you.
Like geese miss the north,
Like a drunk on her fourth,
I really miss you.
Like a dog at a grave,
Like tears in a rage
When I’m pacing the cage
I Really miss you.
Like a sigh needs breath
I’m just scared to death
That I’ll never meet you.

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