I Miss...

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  • Dedicated to Chris
                                    

These walls are closing in;
My patience is wearing thin.
Trapped, but I don’t let it show;
Desolate, but oh, you’ll never know.

I miss the days that we talked of love,
And I miss the nights I ached for your touch.
I miss the way you used to laugh,
And I miss the way you said my name.

I miss that summer – the one we fell in love;
I miss the sound of your voice, the only thing I heard.
I miss the future we could have had -
Truth be told; I miss you too damned much.

The way things could have been…
They haunt me in my sleep;
This should have ended so much differently…
Turns out I got in way too deep.

I miss the idea of you and me -
I miss knowing where we stood.
I miss the way you told me you loved me,
And I miss all the trivial things you used to say.

I miss the way we were the only two people in the world;
I miss the way you treated me like I was the love of your life.
I miss your eyes, your smile, and your sense of humor…
Truthfully, I miss every single fucking thing about you.

We could have lasted – we could have,
But you just didn’t try, no you didn’t…
And maybe I didn’t fight hard enough, but baby, I couldn’t;
I couldn’t bear to give it my all and lose you anyway,
Couldn’t bear to see you turn and walk away.

I guess, just maybe, it’s better to believe…
That I would’ve lost you anyway.

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