I dreamt of you last night.
I miss you a great deal today.
I miss who you were yesterday.
Or was it years ago?
Dreams make it tough to feel the difference
between dawn and dusk;
between what's real and surreal.
Missing you is like withdrawing from a chemical I've become so dependent on.
Yet I can't pretend to understand what it's like to withdraw from such chemicals,
however I cannot fathom an itch worse than you.
The belief of who you were gets under my skin and diffuses through my body like a virus with a single goal...
To consume and destroy any hope of moving on.
I miss you today; it has fully engrossed me.