Missing you is like
Walking out into the pouring rain
And expecting to stay dry
It’s like calling for peace
When the first bullet has already been shot
And it’s like taking back a conversation
That you’ve never had before
Missing you is needing to cry
But not having enough tears
Like screaming at night
With no one awake to hear you
And it’s like loving a memory
With only ghosts to kiss you back
It’s like asking a blind man
To paint the colors of the rainbow
Or asking the deaf man
To sing you their favorite song
It’s like having a million things to say
But saying nothing at all
Autumn 