It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.
When you miss someone…it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally…as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.
If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.
I keep myself busy with the things I do. But every time I pause, I still think of you.
No matter how long it’s been, there are times when it suddenly becomes harder to breathe.