Longing

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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