I miss her more than old men do youth.
I need her more than falling raindrops quench roots.
Emptiness left, that covers canyons.
A hole so deep, endless worlds couldn’t fill.
Only fools say time heals all wounds,
I’m wiser still; not adhering to these ranting buffoons.

I miss her more than a widow does joy.
I need her more than plants do light.
Wading through oil, weighed by despair.
Haunted by her laughter, my soul due for a repair.
Pondering such thoughts, like blistered skin from hellish heat.
Welcomed as much, as soundless tunes from stingless harps.

I miss her more than a child’s lost wonder.
I need her more than a bird does flight.
Why did Heaven hide her, I’ll strike it like thunder.
Pulling it from the sky, like a windless kite.
We’ll runaway together, from the twilight of death.
Lying face down, sharing our last breath.

I miss her more than the divorced do stability.
I need her more than the rich do their greed.
Meandering down, a lonely path.
Accompanied by, only ashes and shadows.
Missing her warmth, like sunlit walks in grassy meadows.
Desiring a touch, from my departed friend.