I miss him
And all we used to be
I miss the simplicity
And the non existent fights
I miss the sweet words
I miss the long letters
I miss the late night questions
The adorable hesitance
I miss his curly hair
And his swirled hazel eyes
I miss his hand
That fit mine just fine
I miss the adventures I imagined us taking
I miss him
And all that we used to be.
I don't miss the routine
That we fell into
I don't miss the longing to
Say something more
I don't miss the hesitance that
Ruined us
I don't miss the silly worrying over nothing about the other
I don't miss the long weekends away
I don't miss the emptiness we shared.
I don't miss the unnaturally cold hand
That could have held my warm one much better
I don't miss his curly hair
I don't miss his swirled hazel eyes
I miss him
But I don't.
