Miss

How do people miss?
I miss your edges and bits
I miss your pieces and fillings
I miss the hours and days
Even the long avoidable breaks
I miss the run of relays
The times we walked through railways
I miss you than words can say

I miss that you were my source
My inspiration
My result.
I miss having with you dreams that are weird when we lay next to ourselves
I miss you so much than words
I miss you than before.
I miss you for the miles blocking us
The bridge longer than before.
I have torn with anger those piCtures I cannot kiss enough.
I can choose to remember all the memories the world calls enough
Yes, i miss you so much that it hurts.