Missing You

I hate the fact that you run through my mind,
Almost like your counting…running your fingers through nickels and dimes.
It eats me up inside, something I definitely try to hide.
Honestly I have no business missing you,
And for some strange reason I know you miss me too.
I try to deny the reality of it all,
Thinking how did it go completely wrong?
I didn’t have any issues,
My only thing was you.
You were near really around,
You worked like a circus clown.
Time wasn’t your friend,
You think you can come back and make amends,
When you finally reach the end.
I miss the times that we spent,
Our own private and precious blessed event,
To a greater extent I miss your manly scent.
Strong and confident you portrayed to be,
For me you would do anything,
My complete devotee.
I miss the part of you that was reserved only for me,
You kept me hidden,
Your own little personal fantasy.
We kept it discreet in public,
No one truly knew the level we where on,
They could guess and get it all wrong.
Missing you sucks to no end,
What kind of medicine would you recommend?
The dream I had I’ll always treasure,
It was so close and now so far,
There is no way I could measure,
The depth and magnitude of how much I miss you,
Wish you figure it out and did have a clue.
The love I have for you is still there,
Although I know it will stay buried…
Hibernating in complete silence,
Following the rules in compliance.
I am missing you and it’s obvious there is no mistake,
If we could go back and make changes,
It would be a piece of cake.
I wish I knew if you missed me too,
Then it would be easy for us to go back,
Like 1+1=2

Copyright © Seleta Harvey 2013

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