There are days
when the only words
on my lips, are
I miss you.
This longing is its own melody,
a song which i sing more sweetly
the more this grief hollows me out.
God, make me your flute! Your reed!
Let me echo that half of your heartbeat
I always long to dance to!
Touch me with your lips,
And let your breath make me sing
this song of love in my heart!
All other words are noise.
I could hear only your name
and be in the best of company.
