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)