I miss that
I can’t call you
Like I used to
I miss that you don’t even
I hate that
All we have become is dull
There are no
I miss that you no longer see me
As special or unique
I’m hurting because
I can’t show you the real me.
Because you have lost all interest in ‘we’,
I miss that I can no longer
Rely on you
For clues or hints or what to choose
All of that is gone.
I hate that we may never really get along,
I miss our bond
How I couldn’t connect like that
I miss that you no longer call me on the phone,
And now my life is mostly silence, grey and monochrome.