It's not just not seeing you, It's the idea of not seeing you again, Not watching your face break into a smile, When you see me in the morning, It's not just not touching you, It's you not touching me again, With a fire that consumes my soul, It's not just not hearing you again, It's not hearing you say I love you, Or being able to say it back, It's not just not being close to you, It's not smelling your scent again, Like the forest after it rains and the wolves are hunting, It's not just not kissing you, It's not tasting your lips ever again, While the world stops and disappears, It's to have loved you so much and not being able to give you more, Because somehow it's not enough, Or it's too much