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.