i could sit here
and write pages upon pages
about how I miss your smile.
about how your warmth
is slowly leaving the old sweater you left behind.
about how going to the supermarket at 2am isn’t so fun anymore
because I know when I arrive home
i’ll be eating ice cream alone
in an empty apartment.

i could sit here
and write pages upon pages
about that.
but i’ll just settle with
“i miss you.”
because i know
in the end
you won’t read it anyway.