Missing You
I miss lying next to you.
Feeling your breath on my neck,
My face.
Miss reaching for someone
Who knew me
Every hill and valley
Every crevice.
The good and bad of me.
The real of me.
You were the end of me.
I miss the simple things
That were so easy between us.
One look that made me laugh
One look that made me sad
That look you gave
That let me know.
That secret language no one else spoke.
I miss exchanging my breath
With someone who could make me stop breathing
Just by walking into the room
Make my heart skip a beat
Make me sway.
I miss you in so many little ways.
Will I miss you
The rest of my days?
I don't like feeling the space
That dip in my bed forever shaped like your body.
I miss lying next to you
When you would face me and we'd talk
While you traced my face with your fingers
Held me with your gaze
Let me spill my secret fears
Kissed me gently and made me feel safe.
I miss you in so many little ways.
I hate walking into a room
Where someone else smells like your cologne.
This loneliness has an ebb and flow
That pulls at my memories of you.
I wish you would go
And take your ghost.
Being haunted by memories
Makes it hard to move on.
I want to exercise you
But, really, I don't.
I want to be at peace though,
And a chance to move on and grow.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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