it doesn’t make sense
how can i be missing someone
that i don’t even know
missing
not excited to see
but missing them
as if they were already a lover
taken away by
space and time
i miss you as i walk past
and you look away
as if you were afraid to lock my gaze
as if it were a trap
as if once you look
you’d never be able to
look away
will we ever get past this loneliness
this absence
even while in the presence
how can we keep missing a connection when we are so often so close
i am not sure i can endure
i miss you so i want to see you tonight
but it is also so painful to see you
i am filled with fright
Her mourning coffee 