Plague Prosaic

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I thought of it a couple times,

Do I miss the idea of her?

Of what she could have been?

Of what things between us should be?

And everytime, my answer remains the same.

NO. Not like that.

I miss her simply because I miss her.

Not what we could have been,

Not what she could be.

I miss her – knowing her flaws,

I miss her – Fully aware of the things she didn't do

I miss her with the fact that she did hurt me

I just miss her

Doesn't mean I'll come back

So I allow myself to miss everything about her

Everything I could visibly remember.