Terminal Illness

Missing you is like a disease

that I can't get out of my system
a terminal illness

each tear soaks up the glow

that once illuminated around me

and just drains to the ground

until there is nothing left
But after all the heartache

aren't you supposed to feel better, become revived, relieved of the pain?

Or does it linger like a second shadow,

always following not far behind...

leaving it's fingerprints on your soul and

always present in some form on your mind.

A tiny scar that feels like a fresh wound,

still bleeding, aching, hurting.

Missing you is like a disease,

a terminal illness.