I miss you.
Five fingers are the days
I was blessed to see you.
How are you?
My eyes are longing
For you to appear in sight.
Can I ask?
What made you happy today?
Did you get pissed? I'm curious.
I don't know.
Why do I miss you so much?
When there is nothing to miss.
I'm a leaf.
That landed on your head
And you won't care about it.