Surviving Heartbreak

I Miss You But Not That Way

I miss you,
not in the way that makes me want to call at 4am
on a lonely Tuesday night,
and not in the way that makes me wish you'd come back.

I miss you in the kind of way
that hopes we run into each other on the street,
so I can tell you I still wear the bracelet
your mother gave me from her trip,
and I still listen to the songs
you once dedicated to me.

I miss you in a way
that says I'll carry parts of you with me
for the rest of my life—
your words, your phrases,
the way your arm would rest on my leg
while you were driving.

I wish I could tell you
how much you've changed me,
how deeply you've left your mark
on my day-to-day life.
I wish there was a way for you to know
what you've given me
without even trying.

—MistakenGenius