Sick in the Head.

I’m missing someone I’ve never even met.

I guess that makes me kind of sick in the head.

I’m still searching for you in every crowded room.

I’m hoping that you’ll be here very soon.

Tired of the ups and downs of doom and gloom.

Wishing we were shoulder to shoulder in a bedroom.

I’m missing someone I’ve never even met.

I guess that makes me kind of sick in the head.

–S.

Missing the husband I’ve yet to meet.

Though you are not here – I must confess,

that I can feel you holding me in the moments between being awake and being asleep.

That’s where I am loving you.

That’s where I still believe that you exist.

That’s where I still believe you might be on your way.

Holding me.

Kissing me.

Touching me.

Loving me.

–S.