Curl of your Lip

When I miss you, I create you So I can see you in words and colors When hearing your voice is impossible But every time I create you There's a melancholy That couldn't be captured any other way In between my sweet, soft words In the glimmer of your eyes There's an unspoken depression My tongue is bone dry And my stomach indefinitely pains me But I never speak of this emotion I never speak of my words or my work In fear I'll hurt you And your smile will disappear forever And so will my muse