Missing, missing her,
like I haven't before.
I miss her smile,
I miss how she would wait a while
Before getting to know me,
After all the shit,
We went through.
I thought
I thought of when we met in the parking lot
Of the old fashioned store
When I called her a b•tch
Going behind my back,
Putting me off track.
When I realized what I had done
I begged and pleaded her to forgive me for my wrong doing.
But it was too late.
