There is someone i miss
I miss them very much
I miss the thoughts,
the ideas.
I miss being alone with this person
I miss the quiet evenings I have shared
filled with silent thought.
I miss the cloudy introversion
and I miss those bright rays of inspiration
I miss the frantic writing
The scribbling, in the notebook,
racing the thoughts,
trying to catch up,
always hoping for a tie,
always losing.
All those thoughts missed.
I miss the conversations.
The whimsical fantasy filled ones
about bright and laughing futures,
and the dreary depressing ones.
I miss the problems.
I miss the solutions.
I miss the countless air guitar solos shared.
the dancing to the music only we can hear.
I miss the attempts at creating music,
I miss the frustration at not being able to.
I miss the ridiculous rationalizations,
also the pragmatic emotions.
I miss most, though,
the silence,
the blankness,
the idleness,
the serenity,
the aloneness,
the isolation,
(the feeling that nothing else exists)
I miss it,
I miss-
me