Missing

Missing is that feeling i cant explain,is a sadness and is a happiness. Sadness cause i want you here right now. Happiness cause i will have you in my arms again. Trying to keep sane i involve myself in the day. In the background the clock reminds me that every second you are not there. Is intense how distance can play tricks on your senses. The sense of separation is stronger like a rubber band being extended to the max. That hollow feeling inside that space that only you can fill with your presence. A hug that fits just right like a piece of a puzzle you been looking for. Restraint to control the madness that holds my brain in random thoughts of her. The seconds that are missing are coming to an end and safely i can place the missing piece of my heart again.