Miss you

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly terribly, I'm tired can't think of anything I want only to lay my face in your lap, feel you hand on my head, and remain like that though all eternity I long for you, I who usually longs without any longing as though I am unconscious and observed in neutrality and apathy, really long for utterly every bit of you I'm constantly trying to communicate something non-communicable To explain something inexplicable To tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything Fear of the greatest of as the smallest Fear paralysing fear of pronouncing a word Although this fear may not only be fear, but also for a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.