I miss you,
Not the star struck smile,
But the tear stained face
I miss you,
Not the elegant, laced demeanor,
But the innocent, grotesque silence
I miss you,
Not the deafening, empty laughter,
But the orchestrated, harmonic muting of your ego.
I miss the yesteryears:
When your coy,naive
Shadow
Was brighter than the  enlightened,
Self-absorbed you.