That feeling

That feeling of loss came again
It came up on me when I was not looking;
My breath was stolen,
My heart ached,
And I wanted to hide....

Put me back in my box...
Let me sit and rote...
If it means I can smell you
if it means I can see you
if it means I can touch you
If it means you will be here...

Then I will take it...

This pain hurts so much;
I miss you
I loved you
I wanted you
I needed you

Life sometimes just hurts so much without you here...

oh what now

Well been a little while since I stopped in here...
Mind spins and knees weak
Sometimes I think to much
Other times I should think more.