Missing someone. A poem.

Allowing, not bowing,
Maybe cowering.
Day by day, night by night,
Thinking maybe I just might,
make it past these ... Things, happening despite,
All the fright, even this night.
Bring to me the calm,
like a bomb.
I'll take the sting of all things,
over the pains that brings,
missing all the fine things,
That made me want to put rings,
on your finger.
You're the bringer,
of all things that make me operate.
Thousands of miles separate,
our lives, yet still like bee hives we'll still curate.
Still fight, or flight or maybe we just might take a long sleep tonight.