I wish I could see you
I wish I could talk with you
I wish I could laugh with you
Dancing, singing, crying.
I wish I could do it all with you.
I wish I could do it all OVER with you.
But actually, I wish nothing different from back then
In fact I wish for the future.
A future, any future?
I wish I could hold your soft hand and messy up your soft hair… only to delicately place it back again, lovingly.
I wish to see your smile reach outside of memories
How your eyes would crinkle at the ends and your soul would lift
— I miss the vibrations of your voice.
I miss your awkwardness and discrete ability to out-sass
Your ability to see how I see, speak how I speak, feel as I feel, and overall to relate to me like blood.
— I miss your warmth, your invisible safe haven.
I miss being excited for you
I miss being excited by you.
I miss loving you…
I want to love on you…
— I want to just conjure up your existence that abruptly vanished from my radar. I wasn’t prepared…
I wish, I miss, i want, I could, I would, what if, how come, why not