I don't know how to tell you that I miss you. That inside my heart is a fiery hell, with burning fingers clawing every time I close my eyes. Searching, grasping, chilled air slipping through the spaces. It's a hot rage, consuming. Consuming thoughts. Consuming time. Consuming my mind. It's a daily battle. I fight through it every day. I challenge the furnace inside. And yet, I lose. I'm fighting for you but I can't win.
I don't know how to tell you that I miss you. But I do.
