I could mutter a million words
that say I miss you
but they would slip past your ears,
and roll over your shoulder
Before even being heard.
how quickly the mind can get wrapped up
in fictional fantasies and what if we could be's
after only one encounter.
your rarity one I rarely encounter
but you hang on to accounts of her
and I’m back to second-guessing this
am I sure I miss this?
do I even know what this... is?
strangers by sight
we’d become familiar with touch.
I am trying to do just enough
to catch your attention
all without doing too much
and should be treated as such
so I miss you...
and I don’t say that like it's
an easy feeling to chew
I’m just waiting until you feel
you miss me too