Missing You

I feel like am in a dark hole, Being sucked in by her thoughts hovering in my head like a satellite in space. I have found myself bound in a cobweb by her series of thoughts. It’s clear when it comes to her, I have neurological weakness. I don’t blame myself, she’s a nice piece of art and as a painter, and I know art when I see one. Her thoughts are like tyres with treads leaving trails whenever we see each other.