How can I miss you,
standing right next to me?
Someone I once knew,
no longer able to see,
how close that we used to be.
When did it all start,
distancing that began slow,
paths splitting apart?
Watching my other half go,
as the gap still seems to grow.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
