In the

In The

In the recesses of my mind, I think about you.

Not once, or twice. Multiple times.

In the vague moments before sleep, I dream about you.

The prodding of dreams tell the truth.

In the spaces of my heartbeats, I miss you more.

The palpitations tell me that I am incomplete.

In the pauses between my breathing, I love you.

Then it resumes, and I am once more normal.

(50 second poetry: yep, it is probably poorly written because it took me less than a minute to write it)