I miss you
your cheerful face
your wise eyes.
I miss you
our spontaneous trips
our conversations.
I miss it
that I felt good
when I was with you.
I miss it
how you treated me,
when I was with you.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to come back.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to be here.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want to talk to you
again.
© W. Donovan
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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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You have eloquently captured the intensity that makes for a challenging exit from a relationship.
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It is hard to leave something you know, something what makes you feel safe, and then not to come back to it every time you miss it.
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Been there. Thank you for sharing this.
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You’re welcome!
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Such an internal conflict, wow!
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Well penned
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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I guess we all know this and how hard it is to miss somebody and yet know that it’s the end of it.
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