Drank into my thoughts again
I’m not thinking about life
I’m thinking about you
And how much I miss you.
And not just because of how much time has passed
Since we last exchanged meaningful words
I just miss you
and every version of you
every version you’ve shown
Down to the emotional undertones
Part of me wonders if I said or did something wrong.
I sometimes wonder where you’ve gone.
Did I let life get in the way for too long?
Oh how I miss our endless days
Now we cook and have bills to pay
I wish someone told me
that as you grow older
You’d miss when you were young
Where the only things that mattered
Were colored pencils, friends, and bubble gum
You told me once
that you were scared to slip away from everyone
and everything you love.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve done that.
I miss exchanging thoughts
and the excitement of life.
It’s hurts to think
Do you make time
to exchange them with others?
I just want a cup of you
But you pour yourself into other things
Maybe I haven’t offered you a refill
“Maybe next week” turns into
“Maybe next month”
“Maybe next time”
“One day”
“Hope you’re doing well”
“See you when I see you”
Until I don’t anymore
But it’s ok
At least I tell myself that it is
The more I say it the less I believe it
Because the truth is
I miss you
I miss feeling full to the brim
I miss existing in your universe
And I miss being your friend