I Miss You

I miss you.

I miss hearing my phone vibrate and thinking it was you every time.

I miss when I could write a poem, and not bleed you, in every rhyme.

but more than that, I miss you.

I miss our open mic nights under streetlights,

I miss when your face was in my sight

but more than that, I miss you.

I miss us when we would talk,

Those sweet words helped me walk,

but more than that I miss you.

I miss texting you every morning,

It's what helped me to get through,

and that is why I miss you.

And most of all, I miss you.