I Miss You

I miss you, crooked smile in the mirror.

I miss feeling happy, versus just acting it, just playing the part.

I miss you, old pencil, old paper.

I miss having no worries.

I miss when "I need to talk to you." meant you just missed me and wanted to chat.

I miss when "depressed" was just a fancy way to say sad.

I miss when "pain" was getting a splinter and saying ow.

I miss when "a bad night" was when you didn't fall asleep until 10:30.

I miss when your eyes lit up seeing me.

I miss when you weren't always concerned about my problems.

I miss the days when you would talk to me and I would talk to you and you would never glance down where my hand connects to my forearm.

I miss when neither of us had to complain.