so...im starting to miss you

so...i'm starting to miss you  
 
i'm starting to forget the way you touch my face
and i close my eyes tight, willing the memory to arise
there's a hundred different times and a hundred different places
but i feel nothing other than deep longing, no surprise
 
the repertoire of imagination that i have culled for years
it does nothing to give me respite from the feeling
i may pretend that i do well apart and alone
but in truth, i am the type that thrives on being
 
and when i say being, it refers to living
but living in a way where i know things are real  
and i've spent my life learning how to do it alone
so sharing it now, makes me unsure how to feel
 
but it isn't painful or makes me want to rip out my heart
it's more of a dull sensation that's pulling at me
and though the feeling of missing someone isn't foreign  
this time it somehow feels like a personal plea
 
it's like i'm telling myself that there's somebody there
and though i may not remember why, what or how
they could be halfway 'cross the damned universe
but, oh do i wish i could be with them now  
 
so...i miss you