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


This is how it’s done.