Letters to once loved

I am writing you another letter I will not send. How beautiful are the daisy on the side road leading to the grave yard..... I wonder if travellers know when they reached home Or their Carbon has turned to packed bags and their feet are always on schedule. Sometimes I wish my brain was clumsy like my life Too overcrowded with no space for my hypothalamus. Then I wouldn't know the hunger of not eating your food. I wouldn't feel the cold of not being in your arms. I wouldn't know the sadness of not being loved by you. When I am not swimming in the ocean, I want to drink it dry. When I am not baking in the sun, I want to swallow it whole. At night when lone wolves hoal, I hoal louder. My sorrow travels oceans and oceans of tears, Even these I drink them gone. Oh how I love thee..... How I love thee is deep for any ocean dive. How I love thee is of no value, but too pricey to be bought How I love thee is too complicated to put in a song. I love thee as naturally as the last breath I exhale on this earth. #MsQ #2019