I hoped I would miss you, less and less over time.
It’s been two years.
Two years since I’ve seen you or heard your voice.
I did all I could, to get you out of my system.
It worked, for a bit.
But then, I had a moment.
And I text you.
Desperate, for even one of your, one worded responses.
I think of the good.
The weekend get aways to “The Room”
The road trips.
To Virginia, Pennsylvania. Martha’s Vineyard.
And the, not so good.
Him. Us and him again.
Still, I love you, as much as I did, the first time I met you.
Because, Whatever we were,
You were always, straight with me.
I miss you, immensely.