You say you miss me
but you've kept your distance.
You don't have to tell me
it's because you're with him.
And if I said I didn't miss you,
well, I'd be lying.
My heart has been heavy
and these times are trying.
All I want is to talk to you, if nothing else.
I've done just fine these past few years by myself.
And I promise I,
no, I didn't mean to make you cry,
but, my God,
I wish that I could be the one
to dry your eyes.
I wish that I could grab your hand
and not think twice.
I wish that these thoughts of you
weren't my only vice.
I wish I could snuggle up
behind you and kiss your neck.
But it's then that I'm reminded

of all the things you never said.