i miss the almosts;
i miss how i almost kissed you when i caught you smiling,
staring at me;
i miss how i almost said i love you
under the night sky of may sixteen at the park,
when i let you see the insides of my heart
and you let me see yours.

i miss being loved by you.
i feel like you were an appendage to my whole self
and now instead of madness and sorrow,
i am left with a phantom limb pain.

i need those almosts now.
i need you here now.
i need to talk to you,
check up on you.
i need to ask how youve been doing lately.
are you sleeping well?
are you eating well?
do you still resent me?

or maybe i dont
i might be just confused

i thought love meant you would always be there but nothing is permanent,
so is this aching phantom limb.


/ J G /