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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Agustin Avatar
August 7, 2024 at 7:37 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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