His deep eyes that roll for my smile

**Missing You**

I miss him so much�"
the way I pamper him,
the way I tease him, soft and mild.

But he is a deep thinker�"
he gives the pain,
and he feels the pain.

He is both a giver and a taker,
a quiet storm within himself.

I see him as a child,
and as a grown man�"
and in both,
I feel what I’ve lost,
in ways I cannot name.

When he needs me,
he is just “momma”�"
but when he takes from me,
he screams into the silence.

His emotions are not poetry�"
they do not seek to impress.
He simply writes
what he feels.

And I see in him
buried emotions�"
where we once lost ourselves,
where time slipped away from us.

He whispers,
“Don’t open it… please.”

So I remain�"
his giver,
because I know what happens
when we try to find ourselves again:

a volcano eruption,
a tsunami of truth,
tremors that break everything we built.

So we stay,
we move with time,
together�"
walking within each other’s souls.

Still…
I miss you. ❤️

�" Jessy Jacob ❤️