Dissatisfaction

You despise me,

yet I

desire you.

It's comical,

they say,

the way we

banter.

We smiled then.

I don't smile

now.

You left me behind

for bigger things;

bigger people

who say bigger words

than I ever will.

I don't think you've told

them all

that we were friends.

I miss your laughter.

I miss your smile.

I miss the way

you would laugh and smile

while telling me goodbye.