i miss you
and you know it.
your walk
and your grin,
the way you smile
makes me spin.
the way I miss
you, makes me slow...
I walk head down,
turn around...
I already know..
i miss your stare
and how you ask
about every turn,
inside my past...
i miss your weak smile
when you know
you could take a step
when you know
no single regret...
but you don't.
i miss the way
you laugh at me,
glancing up,
to take a peek.
the way you know
what makes me smile
the way you know
I've missed you for a while...
you miss me?
my eyes?
the way my hair
falls to the side?
do you miss
the speechless way
I send you a note?
i miss the day
I read what you wrote.
and when you came to see me
and when you hugged me tight,
I realized the days before
had never been right.
it made me miss your voice &
your fearless, complete words,
it makes me still miss your
whisper & perfect verbs.
its hard, I learn...
to let the present pass,
to not watch the clock,
or ....finish this.
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