I miss you,
But it seems like you don't.
So I won't burden you
With my 'miss you's
Or my constant calls
Which don't allow you to miss me.
Instead I'll sit here,
Trying to do my work,
While my heart aches for you
And my fingers fiddle with your ring.
I'll think about you,
Revisit my favourite memories of us,
Wait for you to call,
Re-read out texts.
I'll sit here,
Reading the book that you love so much,
Cuddled in my blanket,
Wearing the t-shirt that smells like you.
I'll look out the window,
At the far away kingdom,
Where I dream of us,
Living happily and in love.
I'll keep missing you
Until I'm back in your arms, home.
