I miss you, but I can't tell you. Emily Dickinson

I miss you

But I can't tell you

It's like that pear-blossom tree

It will never bear apples

I miss you

But I can't tell you

It's like that rainbow hanging high in the sky

No one can touch

I miss you

But I can't tell you < To tell you

is like the Himalayas

where there will never be thousands of lights

I miss you

But I really can't tell you

I'm afraid. To say

is also a kind of torture for you

-Emily Dickinson