''DO I MISS YOU?"

If you ask, do I miss you? I’d say:

I miss the way you taste,

I miss the kind of warmth that I felt only in your arms,

I miss the way your eyes shine, and the way you laugh,

The little weird things you do between,

And the innocence that reflects within the core,

That forces me to ask myself:

“Did you love me, did you love me so much more…?”

Or is this the illusion made just to oversight your falsified presence,

Thinking you are missing me somewhere, there- in the other part of the world!

Day passes, the night goes by, and I always come across the next question:

“Did I love you?” Or “Do I love you?”

Anyways, I think I went out of context,

I really don’t know, ‘Do I miss you!”

Or I say:

Is it enough to explain ‘‘How much I miss you?’’