I miss you.
I miss you like the Sahara misses rain.
I miss you like the Sahara misses rivers meandering through it.

Miss you and the way a stream of excitement flows through me when you are around.
Miss you and the wafts of adrenline that engulfs me like the immense sunshine at noon.

Every passing of the dust-laden Khamsin reminds me of my solitude.
Every passing of the moisture pilfering Harmattan makes me ponder on what wrong i have done you.
Every passing of the seemingly aimless Sirocco evokes regret and pain like the scalding sand to a blister.
Every passing of the desiccating and arid Simoom reminds me of you.
Everything reminds me of you and rekindles the hope of being with you.

Why does the frigorific nights remind me of your actions?
Why the cold shoulder?
Even the moon isnt as arrogant.
Why didnt you smile at me?
Even the moon smiles in pity of my state.
Why wont you give me even a glance?

Dont you see I gave up everything?
Dont you see I have nothing left?
Dont you see I did this for you?
Dont you see I wait patiently?

All I see are mirages of you.
Mirages that cant be captured.

I miss you. It is uncomparable to any ambivalence.
I miss the affection.
I miss the concordance.

"Smile. Show me you still do."
Pahlawan Putih.