Red Shirt

I'm a man of much doubt
There is little which I know
But there is one thing
Of which I'm sure
It's that I miss you more and more
Yes I miss you like the ocean
Does miss the shore
Like henchmen bullets
Miss their targets
That is colossal in its scale
And grand in its dimensions
My longing might become legendary
Should it be left unchecked
But the remedy was supplied
Like good things tend to do
It came to an end much too soon
So I go on missing you.
Yes of this I'm sure
I miss you
More and more.