I’d love to tell them that I
miss them more than these texts
could ever come together to word out,
but I wont, and I surely never will
because sometimes
“I miss you”
is just another phrase
like “I love you”
overused and under felt,
and never steals your breath
quite like it does in person.
The two phrases that
no matter how much I try,
I could never write words for
let alone say them aloud to yous
when I come back to you,
the true meaning behind them
could only be read
if you were to retrace your footprints
and follow them back to where you first realised
that I liked and cared about you
underneath all the cobwebbed feelings
that I kept to myself.
So retrace them and you’d find
the place that I hide so well
that you’ve already looked at curiously
and thought nothing was there,
you’d find your spot
in my heart.