Is this what life was like before I met you?
Cold, and dark, and grey, and small, and bare.
For, since you've gone, I'm only left to wander
To and fro while reeling from despair.
The ache of missing you is ever present
It smolders like an ember in my heart
I feel I have become a dandelion,
As if one wish could scatter me apart.
I miss you like the burning of my lungs,
Deprived of breath and yearning to inhale.
I miss you like the tide would miss the moon,
Like my red-headed skin would miss its pale.