I miss you dear heart like breathing. Deep deep deep underwater, the light a faint green glimmer far far above and the water pressing at me from all 'round throbbing with the beat of my blood. Strong pulls. Strong kicks. But the surface is sooooooo far away, and I want to breathe.
It burns like fire in my lungs, in my mind. And everything else falls away. My whole body fades to memory with the lake and the sky until I am no more, and the universe has resolved to a single speck of need. There is no metaphor. I miss you like breathing.
- Mike Wood