I wish I could miss you a little bit less,
but of the gifts I've been given, you are the best
by far - the axis of my Earth; the holder of my heart -
and the downfall of each, if you wish. I start
every morning with butterflies of thoughts about
you, which by noon have grown into swarms of doubt
and uncertainty. Questions fill my mind: do you love me,
or am I just seeing what I want to see?
Panic sets in and hacks at my brain,
as I wonder when I can see you again -
if ever. I break under worry and stress,
and wish I could miss you a little bit less.