but i realize what do i really miss?
i miss all the dates you didn’t took me
i miss the flowers you did not bring
i miss the holidays you didn’t spend with me
i miss the weekends you spent playing games
i miss all the walks you took by yourself
i miss the hand that barely held me
i miss all the leave days you took just for yourself
i miss the breakfasts you had in front of your computer desk
i miss the intimacy we lost since you were on your phone before we go to bed
i miss the special days we didn’t really celebrate
i miss the trips you didn’t want to take
i miss the kisses you withhold from me
i miss the days when you wait for me to go to work and masturbate
i miss the promises you failed to keep
i miss the goals you took for-granted
i miss the concerns you chose to dismiss
i miss the plans you didn’t initiate
i miss the birthdays you didn’t pay
i miss the meals we didn’t had together
i miss the dreams of family we didn’t pursue
i miss the kids we wanted but never made
i miss the marriage that i thought i had but never did.
i miss the love i deprived myself.
is there really much to miss?