“I miss you” in French is “tu me manques”
which literally translates to “you are missing from me.”
and that’s what you are,
missing from me.
3376.4 miles away
across oceans and the Eiffel Towel
and all I want to do
is trace your face until it becomes muscle memory.
I want your fingers to become intertwined with mine
as we stare into each other’s eyes,
as the world hustles by,
and as days turn into nights.
I want the stars to shine for us
and I want your face to belong to me
I want our hearts to beat rhythmically as one,
drumming to the sound of our offbeat love
as we cling to each other for salvation.
Its sad when people have this “idea” of you, then when they actually get to know the real you they slowly fade out of your life…