Missing you . . . sometimes it’s as simple as that. No words needed, no explanations given . . . past present future forever not even part of the picture. It exists for the pure reason of love. A yearning heart, a longing mind, a body of echoes and void . . . feeling the existence of you; far, far away. Too far in ways not related to geography, too distant and maybe even too impossible to bridge . . . but temporary and fleeting is the hope for all that it is.

As simple as it sounds, as empty as it feels . . . missing you, a blink in the eye of life.