missing you
Often
I find myself missing you,
the old jokes and arguments,
the singing along the way,
the feeling when my arms touched your back
and your body heat
that seeped through that thin blue jacket.
We were sitting side by side,
with our eyes fixed upon rows and rows of texts.
You'll be casting me with a side glance,
and there,
we'll start it again
our neverending discussions of what
and how everything should be.
Still,
I can't bring myself to say it out loud.
I miss you....