Miserable Bliss

"Miserable Bliss"

It's like I'm running out of words to say,

The words to get us to Someday,

I say I'm fine, but I'm really not,

With poetic words being all I've got,

To comfort me when I'm alone,

Or read when we get off the phone,

They keep me near, when I'm astray,

And the thought of "us" is far away,

Yet words are words, that's all they are,

Only helping so much, when your so far,

But your words did once, have a lovely sent,

Yet with all this time, who knows where it went,

It's gone and yet your words remain,

And reading them it keeps me sane,

Sane enough to still tell you this,

If there's any word, I simply "Miss"

"Miss" every part there is to you,

My words will never be as true,

When I tell you "Miss" is now defined,

Whenever your image comes to mind,

I thought I knew just what it meant,

To "Miss" someone because they went,

Went somewhere, so you'd ask why,

Why this feeling will not die?

This feeling that it's just not right,

That there not here to hold you tight,

I thought that's all it really meant,

To "Miss" someone because they went,

How wrong was I, to think that way,

Because the definition changed the day,

I met your smile, and felt your eyes,

Now only after a thousand tries,

Could I come close to defining "Miss"

I swear it’s just like…. "Miserable Bliss!"