Bliss, you are being missed.

Your soft kisses like
the notes of a wind chime
tinkling in a faint breeze
are being missed.

Your tinkling is inaudible
in this raging sea
of chaotic cacophony.

The other day I
took my ear too close
to try to listen
but
bumped into you instead
and now you are either
there too strong
to be blissful
or too weak to
not drown in
all the noise.

Bliss, you are being missed.

If I can't find you,
I don't find you,
and if I chase you,
I ruin you.

Bliss, you are being missed.

I can't seem to
not want you enough
to actually not want you
instead of just trying
to fool the universe into
thinking I don't want you
so I actually find you.

Bliss, you are ethereal.
Bliss, you are everywhere.
Bliss, you are ephemeral.
Bliss, you are evasive.

Bliss, you are being missed.

-Abdullah Alam