Tonight I miss you.
I don’t miss you in a love story sort of way.
I miss you in a “you’re no longer part of my day,
My body knows there’s something missing,
out of the norm” type of way.
The fact that I’m saying any of this right now is pretty self-absorbed.
Maybe a bit reckless if you may.
But when I’m this tired,
I have nothing more to say than just.
I miss you today.
I miss the way your fingers brushed my lips,
and hands touched my hips.
I miss how your smile brightened my day,
and laugh took all of my fear away.
I don’t really have much more to say
I really miss you today.