Poetry

Missing You

I miss you

I miss how we used to be

I miss the old you

I may miss you

But in missing you

I miss my life

I miss the last warm sunset of the year

I miss the leaves falling

I miss the calming sound of rain hitting the window

I miss the feeling of a warm mug in my hands

I miss the laughter

I miss the music

I miss the way I could calm down from the sound of a book's turning pages

I miss walking through puddles

I miss what was once comfortable silence

I miss dancing to the music that was playing in my head

I miss a lot of things that used to mean the world to me

Now I miss the world

My world

I miss my life

I may miss you

But missing you isn't worth missing my world

Missing you isn't worth missing my life