Miss U

I thought about texting you, but I won’t.

It’s warm out finally and the evenings are long and slow and I’m filled with longing.

I don’t miss you, but I miss your company.

I miss the way you let me hold onto your arm when we went for a walk.

I miss that you always said yes to me asking to go for a walk,

And that you’d let me ramble and get mad and talk aimlessly about my day.

You were always the calm one.

I miss the way you greeted my cats first before me.

I miss watching them twirl their tails around your legs, waiting for back scratches.

I don’t miss you, I miss how you loved me.

I miss how warm your body would get when you slept in my bed,

I miss the carton of milk, half empty in my fridge door.

I miss