Treasure Island

Chris Jibero


I Miss You

Much as I try to squash you
In the deep recess
Of my heart
I miss you

Much as I try to shield my heart
With an iron blanket
From the phallus-killing coldness
Of your love
I miss you

Much as I want to flee
Loving you
Thinking that you
Love another who does not love you
As much as I do
I miss you

Much as I try to drown
My thoughts about you
In the ocean of my busy schedules
I miss you

Much as I wish
I never met you
To love and miss
I miss you

Much as I try to uproot
And destroy all signposts
Of our love
I miss you

Much as I wish there is no you
To miss
I miss you

When there is no you
In my thoughts to miss
I miss to miss you
And miss you much more.

(c) Chris Jibero.2010.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Edited: Friday, June 08, 2012

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