Monday, December 26, 2016

I miss...

I miss that we don't talk anymore
Like the way we used to
Every day every noon every night
You ruled my thoughts and my mind

There is a visible distance now
The meetings sporadic and needy
Our conversations insincere and casual
Your eyes my eyes evade one another

You don't admit your love anymore
Like the way you used to
Every day every noon every night
But you keep coming back to me


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