miss me

Did you ever love someone
with interruptions?

Now, you have to love me
and alike to stop loving me.

No, you didn't. You can not.
The absence is felt.

The aim that you hunt me
is that you miss me. A lot.

But what kind of fire burns
inside me, you don't know.

It's so big that not even
an ocean can't quench it.

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