I missed the sun fall tonight and
the sunset was you in a day: stubborn
and obnoxious and everything I wished to be.
I wished that I could hold you
in my hands, like a hot cup of coffee.
you drink cheap wine
from expensive stores every evening
in my dreams.
like red dust and I,
easily picked up and thrown away,
I missed you, a lot, I mean,
I missed a lot of things.
the sunset, the moon,
the curve that resembled your smile,
though I missed you the most.
I wanted you
to miss me and I wanted you,
just because.