I think I miss the thought of you
more than you, in all of your
I miss the you that you pretended to be.
The you that danced with me on the roof
until 3am, not needing any alcohol,
we were drunk on each other.
I miss the you that, in a moment of vulnerability,
whispered the words that circled round your brain.
I miss the you that used to love me.
Because I still love him.