I miss the idea of you.
I miss what we could have been
I miss what we should have been
I miss what we tried to be
I miss what we can never have
I miss texting movie quotes back and forth
I miss seeing you each night before work
I miss our secret Twitter conversations
But mostly, I miss the you that lives in my head.
I miss the you that talks to me when the real you doesn't respond.
I miss the you that I imagine laying down to sleep with while the real you is hundreds of miles away.
I miss the you that responds to all of my letters and texts.
I miss the you that writes me pen and paper letters weekly.
I miss all the things I imagine you are.
I miss all the things that I imagine that I am with you.
I miss the me that I think you see.
I miss all the the possibilities that I imagine come from you.
All the thing that will never be.
Sometimes it's safer to live with an imaginary image of someone than to put your real heart on the line.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss