Missed You

I missed you, you were gone too bloody long. In all the minutes that my mind was occupied with being idle it hit home that you were gone. It's then I knew that absence is a crock of old cacatum thus I proposed to my smart inner man a strategy of wits, whereby all cells inside the idle mind would be, by stealth and other means, sent peptides to ensure a period of activity unmatched in previous times. Success was, needless to report, a given, gray matter may, in times of stress, through cortisol and cousins rise to all occasions and produce the mother of all heats. Tis wonderful how man can conquer all, and soothe his soul in times of absence and of loneliness of nights. Each second was, there cannot be a smidgen of a doubt, preoccupied with depth of thought, of feeling and things sought. And it was all, I am prepared to say, about the one, the greatest love it was, and here I smile, about the one I know as YOU.