I Miss You

I do not miss you like the desert misses the rain, because the desert never misses the rain. It takes it’s pride in having the endless stretch of burning sands and hopelessness. I miss you like a sailor lost in the desert misses the sea. Half-mad, lunatic and rave, calling out his ship’s name like it were a prayer. Calling out the caravan he was separated from like a child desperately looking for his mother. Look at him hallucinate! Look at him unable to distinguish between the dunes of the sand the waves of the sea. Screaming at the awareness of his insanity. Look at him beg for the sea, and not for freshwater to parch his dry throat! Look at him gargle and choke on his own blood! Look at him have series of mirage about his ship sailing proudly in the sea. Look at him cry in despair knowing that he’ll never make his way back home. Look at him smile as his drops on the soft yet harsh sand, knowing that his love for the sea is stretches as far and wide as the seemingly endless desert. Look at him become one with the sand yet the last throb of the heart sounds like the waves crashing at the harbour. This pain is stitched to my heart, and I have to rip open the threads when I pour out how much I miss you.