In my lonely

Sometimes loneliness kicks in, And I reminisce on what was. I drown myself in what could have been, But I remember what was. Sometimes less is more, And more is less. My newfound freedom makes me crave it less— More kisses, Less peace of mind. I miss how goofy I’d be, Seeing you, Then remembering how half of me I was. Your smile was my favorite scene, Your cussing at me, the worst. Peace gets lonely too, Just like having you did. I wish you all the love life has to give, Still, In my lonely.