I miss you.
You is a very broad term.
I miss you, my lovely friends.
I miss you, who loved someone else, but to what end?
I miss you, the thoughts dancing in my head.
I miss you, the one who broke my heart.
I miss you, the ones who left.
I miss you, the ones who fell apart.
I miss you, the ones who committed this theft.
I guess I miss being able to be alone.
But now the solitude chills me to the bone.
I'm in this house but not a home.
I guess loneliness just doesn't suit me.
A poem about those who you see everyday, and yet have disappeared from your life.
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