Why is it that
I miss you?
It's not like we
do anything
together
Except
share sex.
Or
make love.
Or
fuck.
Depending on your
mood
Why is it that I miss you?
It's not like we
talk together
Except
online.
Or by
phone.
When you aren't too busy
Why
is it that I miss you?
And wait for you to "have time"?
Sitting up for hours past midnight
Waiting
For
one message in an eternal-seeming hour?
Why?
Perhaps it's the way I feel when you
are with me
Touching me
Seeing me
Perhaps it's the way I feel when you look only at
me
As though there's nothing and
no one else alive
Or
no one who matters
Or perhaps it just
That I'm alone
And I'd miss anyone.
I don't know why I miss you
But I know I do.