I miss you a great deal today. 

I miss who you were yesterday. 

Or was it years ago?

 

Dreams make it tough to feel the difference

between dawn and dusk;

between what's real and surreal. 

 

Missing you is like withdrawing from a chemical I've become so dependent on.

Yet I can't pretend to understand what it's like to withdraw from such chemicals,

however I cannot fathom an itch worse than you. 

 

The belief of who you were gets under my skin and diffuses through my body like a virus with a single goal...

To consume and destroy any hope of moving on. 

 

I miss you today; it has fully engrossed me.