I Miss You

Long time awaiting, no see.

It's seasons since last seen,
My heart beats chest's thin,
In every memory relived.
Sure we'll meet, I believed.
Since then, eyes bleeds
Yours only tear threads.
Only thine hands healeth
Until then, await no death.

Reviews

[Chryiss]

Is this following some poetic form/structure? If not, I would love for this to expand upon the key thoughts. It gives me small crumbs, but I hunger for more, to grasp this feeling of waiting. I wait.