I Am Missing You Poem by Olawale Oluwole

My love is rare—
So rare that even reality listens in silence.
It hums in a thousand hearts,
A song that few can hear.

Listen closely:
Every beat carries the weight of affection lost,
A melody clipped and bound in words.

I sing to every rhythm,
Yet even trees hold their laughter,
Birds pause their songs,
Because loving you makes me ache.

The air dreams of coolness,
But no breeze reaches me.
I am humbled, undone,
A sinner in the quiet of your absence.

Even if the world crowned me,
My heart would still bathe in memory of you.
Draw near—
Let your voice rise again.
Come back.
Come back.
I am missing you.