Missing You

Every now and then it just creeps up on me I swear I need an intervention Life rolls along quite comfortably Then “BAM” - I miss you It’s not like you have earned it With your transparent lies and childish games Your twisted, self-important facade But I still miss you Perhaps it’s some sick sense of security Predictable, yet volatile Cruel, but caring in your own perverse way And I still I miss you If I can just wait it out, the feeling will pass Like a viral sickness deep in my heart Nothing can cure it but time I still miss you - I just wish I didn’t