I miss you
And the way you used to laugh with me
Over stupid jokes
That we’ve long forgotten by now.
I miss the way
We brushed hands
And glanced at each other
As if to say “sorry”,
As if we secretly wanted more.
I miss someone who isn’t even gone,
Someone who I never had to lose
In the first place.
I surround myself with ghosts of you
And memories that leave me slightly less lonely in the moment.
But as soon as the image of your smile fades,
I am forced to face reality,
One where I now hate you
And you can no longer understand me.
It’s sad to say this
But the once bloomèd roses
Are not the only things that die
When the summer wanes.