Miss of few

Everything about you makes me miss you. Again, ... what is this?

Never mind, dancing in my brain. I don't need to do that, why are you already sabotaging my mind.

In my various activities, when alone even among the boisterous noise of our children you leave behind, you can steal my time. It feels painful and makes this blood surge. Make me feel lonely even in the crowd.

I'm afraid to remember you more often than remembering the Creator, who created you and me too ..

How sinful I am .. 😪😪😪😯