I could say that I miss you but it wouldn't be a fraction of this.
I miss your many faces.. and the laughter.. the crinkle-nosed smiles.
I miss the silent and bored hours between the loud minutes.
I miss the attraction. The distraction. And the glow in your eyes.
I miss your vitality.. your interest.. the love you shared with so many.
I miss feeling hopeless with a purpose.
I miss being on the brink of success and disaster at all times.
I miss the moments bigger than myself and brushes with destiny, fate, and death.
That crazy look in your eye. The moment people stare...
Because they know you.. And they know you are about to risk everything.
I miss your broken heart. Because it held more passion than us.
I miss your fragile arms and the weight they held.
I miss your leaky faucet of a mouth.. and all the trouble that came out.
I miss your yells and shouts.. your tears and screams.. your ripping seams.
You inspired me. You created the most beautiful things.
Your ideas were going to change something.
Change the stale life you swore to never live.
You said you would never let go.. until you did.
And your lovers faded in the shade of a new you.
And here they creep in your shadows.
You creep in the shadows.
You're not broken anymore.
You don't know what it means to break.
You can't care because you cared too much and its all gone.
You can miss it. But you can't know it.
Those days are over.. and you will never be the same.
