it’s not just me missing you
it’s that you’re just so very missing
from all the mundane, ordinary, easy things. from all the hard and heartbreaking and overwhelming moments. from the fun. from the normalcy, from the new and old
from everything else.
there’s too much absence and space and time between us.
i miss you ’cause you’re missing when i’d much rather we were loving and touching and kissing instead.
i miss you, in every way there is.
and all the absence and space, the time the waiting can be replaced for all i care, with everything you, with everything us.
i’m holding out for so soon – so soon isn’t nearly soon enough.