I miss you
not so much
the being with you
more the noise of you
the look of you
the late night nights with you
the carelessness of you
the talking out loud of you
the who gives a **** of you
the silence of you
the lovely of you
the truth of you
the I don’t want to be
anywhere else
of you
I guess
in all honesty
I miss the very
precious
and beautiful
essence of
you.