Missing You

Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.

And missing you is thinking of your face in my imagination because it is not in front of me to see.

Missing you is telling the jokes you tell because you are not there with me to tell them, and missing you is feeling the emptiness in the house without you home.

Missing you is remembering the time before we became friends, and wondering how it was ever so.

Missing you is forever having some little portion of myself holding in suspense for your return.

wildcat

VT

15 years old

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