I miss you like the living missing the dead (2)

i do miss you
the feeling of being
lost
and be the prodigal daughter
of eternity

*death is none but the outstretching hand to the prodigal at the end of the journey. i do miss you*

I miss you like the living missing the dead

to this day, to this night
you still pierce my heart
with the throbbing as such that
i have to yield

i have forgotten your face*
but i seem to see you in every window*
stretching your hand
to feel my heart

to ask if i am content to be with you
in your eternal embrace
and to feel
the thousand lives of the dead

*adapted from Neruda*
*i miss you like the living missing the dead*

i carry with me
the fully-realised insanity and
the perfect imperfectness

*only because i am completely aware that i want to be a better person*