Truth is...
I don’t miss you like you think I do
I don’t miss your kiss, touch, or those romantic afternoons
I mean sure that was all great
But there was more too
What I do miss is your big mouth, your folly and sass
I do miss the times we sat on the grass
In your backyard as you gave me your life in an ear-full
We loved each other for the others sake and that time did pass
I’ll just say it
You lost yourself, and I lost you too
You live for self, and I fear for you
I don’t miss any connection relating to lust
Clearly that’s how we lost our trust
I only miss that I knew you and you knew me
If ever you could speak my name there might be
A chance that we’ll be friends again
But just take your time, I know that we
Will be friends once more
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