i miss you

I often long for our talks

And the way you comforted me

And the way you listened.

 

I sometimes desire your smell

And the peace it gave me

And the vagueness of it.

 

I frequently crave your style

And the way your flannel shirt fell

And the squeak of your boots.

 

I miss you constantly

And the cute drawings

And your singing voice

And your too-long hair

And your non-name brand clothes

And everything.

 

But most of all

I miss the boy I fell in love with.

Who is this person you’ve become?

Reviews

[Dhaye]

Just a flow of emotions of someone missing a part of her life.
Good work!