I miss you.

When I say I miss you it’s not you I miss.

We were young, we were new

the sky was blue and our view wasn’t jaded.

But time has faded what once shone bright,

spending hours talking into the night, barely a fight we couldn’t get over.

Now we barely talk enough to argue,

small talk diminishing conversations that used to have us finishing each other’s thoughts.

Now months go by and we don’t talk,

never bothering to walk to the phone and call,

rarely looking at the picture on the wall.

When I do, I think I miss you, but when I say I miss you it’s not you I miss.

You were young, you were new

eyes blue and hair like the sun.

We had fun, now we have memories.

Our chance encounter led us to making cookies on counters,

playing hooky on hours we should have been working.

I think back fondly but realize I’ve changed.

It’s hard to explain how I’m the same ‘me’ yet I’m different,

how we don’t fit together because of time spent doing other things.

Always thought you were special but I never thought about wedding rings.

A song comes on and think I miss you but when I say I miss you it’s not you I miss.

I got old, and I’ve aged

turned a whole chapter not just a page.

I moved on and grew up, but I left you behind,

put you into a corner of my mind and forgot to pick you up, dust you off.

Every time I pass by it’s harder to stop,

to pick it back up, I don’t know if I’m capable.

The experiences you’ve had apart from me, I don’t know if I’m relatable.

I have this image of you, still, after all these years,

laughing in the sun eyes filled with tears.

The two of us riding around to tunes now wore out,

hunting out ice cream treats now sold out,

hunting for fresh beats now played out,

roaming all the streets, but now I stick to my route.

I drive by and think I miss you, but when I say I miss you it’s not you I miss.