I Miss

I miss those nights of late night chatting.

The nights when you'd have to force me to sleep.

The nights before I knew exhaustion.

 

I miss the days I always recieved little notes.

Some form of a poem, if you will.

The days before I had to ask.

 

I miss the times goodmorning was goodnight.

Back when we enjoyed each other's company.

Even when it screwed us for the next day.

 

I miss the life we use to have.

When we talked and laughed about running away.

When I was naive enough to think it.

 

I'm at the nights where I want to sleep.

10 every night and "See you at noon".

I no longer know the 'AM'.

 

I'm in the days where I write my own poems.

Trying to get you to understand what I feel.

And close to begging for just one line.

 

I'm in the times where goodmorning doesn't exist.

Daily awoken by a call or text.

Messages not from you.

 

I'm in the life where I have another.

Love him dearly because he is there.

Physical love, the reason I can stand this life of mine.

 

Reviews

[dearly beloved]

Huh... I miss a lot of things too... I like how you put this together, where you had the past and then the present. Good job.