you

I hurt like the way the rain comes down when it is most fierce.

I hurt like the intensity of the sun on its brightest day.

I hurt like the wind in its strongest rage.

I hurt.

I miss you like the broken, arid ground misses the rain, like the newborn child misses the womb.

I miss you.

I love you like the winter loves the spring, like the flowers love the bloom.

I love you.

–M