I wonder what it is that you really missed;
me or my presence.
Of course its hard to separate me
from being around me or talking to me.
But really, do you miss me as the person,

me as THIS person
or just the daily
bantering,
mocking
and arguing?

That in the days that we don’t speak,
do you miss me because you want to talk to me
or you just miss talking to someone as brutal or as sensible as we do?
If I suddenly turn cold and never talk to you the same way again,
would you miss the old me
or just how our exchanges went?

Would you care to know me at all,
beyond my masks and superficialities?
Would you miss the person I was
before you knew the real me?
Would you look back in our conversations
and wonder where your friend have gone to?
Would you miss me then when you no longer recognize me?

And when I’m finally beside you,
would you take me as I really am
or wish that things were back to how it used to be?
Would you give up looking for me
because that person is forever gone?
Would you look for me at all?





I missed you.


The entirety of you;
the good, the best, the bad and the evil of you.
We can spend the whole day talking and I’d still miss you.
Days we let pass without as much as shallow pleasantries
seem dull and grayish.
I’d miss you the moment you tell me you have to go.

I miss you everyday.
I miss you every minute.
I miss you with every passing second.

I can’t wait for the next moment when
I’d talk, see or laugh with you again.
My life seemed wrapped up
on thoughts of being with you, plainly and simply.
I want to
grow,
crash,
burn out,
learn,
fly,
jump,
dream,
despair,
and chase
with you.

I want to be silly and be stupid with you.
I want to begin and end with you.
I guess I’ll miss you as long as you’re not here with me.
And oh, I’m prepared to miss you forever.




Somehow I know I’d secretly look for myself in those big, almond eyes,
no matter how hard I try not to.