I wanted to write you a letter,
To tell you what I'm thinking.
But I don't know at which house you're living.
Though if I addressed it and sent it,
You'd be bothered by it arriving,
Yet if I'm wrong,
And for what it says you long,
I'll share it here where there are no tears.
I miss you,
As a pair of arms to fold into,
As a perch that held me up,
As support.
I do not miss you,
As a puzzle I always had to guess,
As a locked book written in code,
As confusion.
I miss you,
As a warm feeling of happiness,
As a soft sort of bliss,
As love.
I do not miss you,
As a cold place, shivering,
As a fire, burning me as I try to tend you,
As pain.
I miss you as crying joy,
I do not miss you as crying sorrow.
What I miss is what I love,
I still love of you,
I still love you.
I don't think I could stop,
Maybe in some future a ways away,
We both fix the things that broke us.
Make amends and live things out,
I hope we don't leave off forever,
A long long time ago
In a galaxy far far away.
I'd put the whole letter here but it'd go on forever. I'm sorry to be a sad sap, I can't help reminiscing on the good times. Humans never stop making mistakes, that's why we keep the keys to the doors we loved.