Missing

I'm rocking here, against my wall.
It feels like I was never away at all.
All I can think about is distance.
Through my heart is a sharpened lance.
I'm missing you. You must have known.
My life, where I am, has overgrown.
Departing is such sweet sorrow.
But I have to meet you first for that rule to follow.

Before, I could get by with a mere spoken word.
But now that seems so coldly absurd.
I saw your words, then heard your voice.
My life had followed my choice.
But now it's hard, not seeing your face.
The room shivers and I feel cold in this place.
It used to feel as if we were together.
But now I'm missing you, like a wind swept feather.

Your sound rings true as the first time.
Your language flows as strong as the Rhine.
But a picture paints a thousand words.
A picture lifts me, like the wings of birds.
But neither compare to the real thing.
Although I do fly each time you sing.
Still, it feels as if my life is through.
Until I finally stop missing you.

A dream is sweet and would provide release.
But, until I meet you, my insomnia will not cease.
A 'catch 22' for sure, you'll know.
So, as I am drawn to you, I must go.
This can't be right. My mind should work.
But it warps and imagination curbs.
So what do I do when I lose my mind.
Nothing, 'cause I'll miss you 'til the end of time.

((Dedicated to my lost deity.))