“I really do miss you,”
“And I do too”
Words so much too said,
What it means is never read.
I miss your voicemail message
And how I feel at your missed your call,
I want you to demand from me, ask too much of me
Talk about your day to me, when I didn’t ask.
I miss the smell of you: miss the safety of two
The everything will be ok as long as I still have you.
I want to talk to you, walk next to you
Get annoyed at you when you whenever I want to.
I miss sitting next to you, being close to you
Hearing your voice and knowing I’m here with you.
I’m tired of missing you, can’t stop wishing for you
But not only you, not only now,
Too much, too many, too far, still, but how?