Miss You

I wait and and want

and drink a preservative. 

I try to burn time

and I'm not conservative. 

I rot through my daylights

And time's thrum all day,

Yet whenever your gone

I want you to stay. 

I practice your absence

In hopes to improve,

But my rehearsal falls flat

And I'm an empty rube. 

So heres to desire

And daydreaming blue, 

Aiming precisely,

and missing you.