I Miss You (But Not Nearly As Much As You'll Miss Me)

Uncertainty and longing in iambic pentameter — stuff that would've made Billy Shakespeare proud!

Promised myself that I would not dare miss

your shadowed figured in my bed at dawn,

hands upon my waist, or spice of your kiss.

This oath, I've broken, while you have been gone.

I want and miss you, yes, I do �" truly!

Though, I doubt, "is this reciprocated?"

Affection bestowed, perhaps unduly.

Uncertainty, a feeling much hated.

Hold me tightly, coo sweetly in my ear;

make my heart flutter and my head tingle.

"Though, do you just say what I wish to hear?"

If this is the case, let me stay single.

Banished is the thought of you from my mind;

better alone than with someone unkind.