i miss the possibility of us because we held such promise.

i miss the way you say my name; softly and direct but like it means so much, like it's this important, fragile thing.

i miss your eyelashes. they're delicate.

i miss your stupid sneakers covered in stupid plaster and spackle.

i miss the way we never fail to make each other laugh.

i miss the you that was exclusively mine.

i miss every memory and moment that we never were.

i miss how you used to look me in the eye before you stopped because you realized all the pain behind them was your doing.

i miss
i just
there's so much
you have so many little things

yeah, i guess, i just miss you a lot, i guess.