My Poetry

~Ninety Eight~

Is it weird that I miss the sound of your voice?
That I miss the sensation of a laugh when it was caused by you. 
Should I feel nothing?
Because I don't. 
And I know you don't either. 

Because everyone now and then I'll catch you staring, 
with your eyes turned up and lips turned sideways. 
Everyone now and then I'll meet your gaze when crossing paths. 
You don't smile, 
Neither do I. 

I'll look to you hoping for you to say something, 
anything, 
to me. 
But you never do. 
No, instead you stare. 
But I am no better. 

Do you like awake thinking these things too?
Do you wish I spoke to you when in the hall across from you?
Do you wish things could go back to how they were?
Because I certainly do. 

 I miss that. 
I miss me and you. 

And my friends call it pathetic but they don't understand you,
no they don't get you quite like I do. 
They don't know as much about you as I do. 
They don't care about you as much as I do. 

And in honesty I wish I didn't care as much as I do. 
It would make this distant thing a whole lot easier on me, 
because I don't know about you, 
but losing you is something I never wanted to do.