~ I miss you ~
I miss you
I miss your voice and your laughter
I miss your 'hey' greeting me calmly
I miss your hug saying Goodbye, soft and gentle
I miss your hand close around mine while having no further intention than just guiding me
I miss you guiding me, certainly and confidently, while we were dancing
I miss the shy smile you gave me during the li'l awkward moments our eyes met
I miss our conversations and our moments of silence
I miss you
I miss the small light on my phone announcing a message from you
I miss the time I sat in my room chatting with you
I miss your kind of texting
I miss your good-night-wishes
I miss this uncomplicated communication with a boy I liked more than I wish now
I miss my friends talking 'bout you with this meaningful expression in their voice and face
I miss these days I thought I would burst with joy because we've had such a nice conversation in the evening
I even miss the moments we didn't agree about something
I miss the realist
I miss you
I miss the excitement seeing that small blue light and opening your message
I miss the lightheartedness and joy I felt during your presence
I miss those feelings I had almost everywhere while thinking of you
Being excited and expecting to end my single-pringle-life
Damn, I was so in love
And I need to be careful
Not to fall
For You
Again
~
I have already published this chapter once, but took it back again.
Now I feel it necessary being published.
Don't ask me why...My goal was to express feelings I couldn't say out loud.
And a good friend of mine told me I achieved this goal.So I wanted to send this chapter out into the big big world wide web.
Just for it being out there.
For my feelings not being unsaid.
It seems likely this poem refers to someone, and to a state of mind connected to this actual person.
Yep, it is indeed.
But my state of mind changed.I wish I could forget you.
For I wouldn't miss you any more.
Or for that hole to be closed, the hole filled with memories that hurt,
that hole which I call missing you.
If it's actually still missing I can't tell.
Still I wish you all the best.
Sagittaria
[ Published on 6 September 2019 ]
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