Dear K,

**** I miss when we were happy.
The morning calls and midnight "can't sleep" texts.
I miss when you used to call me baby instead of just...
Michael.
My name has never sounded so cold.
I miss the way you used to look at me,
The excitement in your eyes, back when I was able
To make you feel alive.
But most of all, I miss you.
The you that you used to be, before I
Turned you into the you
That doesn't miss me.

-Michael