I am flooded with your absence.
I drown in how much I miss you.
How do you enrage a storm of loneliness inside me?
In the afternoon, I walk across fields of flowers and I see young couples together and in love.
I declare my love for you to the poppies and ask them to bring you home,
and in the night I long for you and write these sad little poems.
It not what i promised
But deep beneath
I would say that to you.