I miss you.
I should be missing him,
but my mind continues to drift to the fact that
I miss you.

I miss the way you would let me babble
I would talk endlessly about nothing
Ask questions that I'd answer myself.

I miss looking up at you,
Wanting you to make a move
The dog running rampage
While rain stuck to my eyelashes
In the streetlight lit tennis courts.

I miss you.
What you would say to me
The connection I immediately felt
With the words, you whispered
With the things, we went through.

I miss walking with you
The pull at the leash and your lanky legs
The flowers you'd put in my hair
Between my braids.

I miss our constant talking
Whether it be photos of our faces
Or conversation
your constant presence was a comfort
Because
He
Couldn't
Be.