I still miss you
when it’s 3PM and I am in the middle of doing my paperworks.
I still miss you
even though we are just sitting right beside each other.
I still miss you
everytime I see you puff those sticks of cigarette.
I still miss you
when my soul keeps silence
of loud thoughts of you.
I still miss the danger and safety
you make me feel.
I still miss you,
and I guess I am still madly in love with you.

I still miss you,
even at 3PM.