You ask me if i miss u and my answer is a thousand times yes. In duress my heart cries out singing sing songs and melodies so sweet, so sad, poetic by nature. Every beat of my heart is a confession in itsown language its telling u how it feels but u listen not.
You care not about its story and its memory of you, going about your business caring not while my heart beats slower everyday. You care not to answer its call till it stops beating till its cold till it dies.