The Things I Got Used To
I got used to your hi's and your hello's,
Your smiles, your stares,
the stories and the jokes;
I got used to your sweetness and your surprises;
The endless conversations and the laughters;
I got used to our love,
our sweet affair;
Your touch, your kiss,
the moments that we shared.
And then I got used to our differences...
the space we gave each other;
The days we didn't talk,
the times we didn't care
I got used to your silence;
the many times I asked to speak and you didn't respond;
Your absence while we were together,
'til the time you're actually gone.
I got used to hurting,
to the silent tears I cried;
but still I waited,
'til I finally just got tired.
Now I smile as I recall;
I got used to missing you...
and then not missing you at all.
Copyright © JC Conge | Year Posted 2014
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