This is a different kind of missing you.

This is a gentle yet rushing I miss you,

the I care about you and want the world for you I miss you.

This is the I can still feel your twinkling fingers dancing along

my arms—with careful touch for a freshman lover—I miss you.

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But my muscles aren’t shaking anymore with missing you I miss you,

and this is the I think I know now that you miss me too but you still

haven’t said the words to me and neither have I but I"m

pretty sure now and that makes me miss you in a more

understated yet understood way.

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I didn’t cry yesterday. Or today.

Tears may have touched my vision,

but they never blurred it.

I’m not afraid of this kind of missing you.

It’s much sweeter than before.

It’s the I care about you and I want the world for you I miss you,

and I want to be somewhere in that world I miss you,

but it’s okay if I’m not right next to you for that to happen…

I miss you.