Her missing wink

I just miss you
Maybe a new disease of sort,
missing you has become a religion,
a one-man cult,
that begins and ends with yours screwly.
I just miss you
— all the time.
Like Bombay misses winter.
Or maybe worse.
I don’t know.
I just miss you
I miss your presence,
your absence has turned into a dictator,
without asking me why,
before i even let out a sign.
I just mi…