What I Miss

Firstly, waking up to your thoughts, is not what I really do. Secondly, slothing around, thinking about you, is not what I really do. However, doesn't mean that I love you no longer, nor that I don't miss you. When I manifest my fascination, about something I love, and there's no one who discerns, that's when I miss you most. When I speak my mind out, about our insignificance in the cosmos, and I'm met with vacant stares, that's when I miss you most. When I am gloomy, about something I'd bungled, and I no longer hear your reassuring voice, that's when I miss you most. Every time I be someone, someone I am not, and when I remember who I was with you, that's when I miss you most.