What I Miss
Firstly,
waking up to your thoughts,
is not what I really do.
Secondly,
slothing around, thinking about you,
is not what I really do.
However,
doesn't mean that I love you no longer,
nor that I don't miss you.
When I manifest my fascination,
about something I love,
and there's no one who discerns,
that's when I miss you most.
When I speak my mind out,
about our insignificance in the cosmos,
and I'm met with vacant stares,
that's when I miss you most.
When I am gloomy,
about something I'd bungled,
and I no longer hear your reassuring voice,
that's when I miss you most.
Every time I be someone,
someone I am not,
and when I remember who I was with you,
that's when I miss you most.
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