I always thought I knew you best

but the pieces of you that fell apart at my fingertips

are now tucked neatly in your best disguise

I always thought I knew you best

when your skin was close enough to breathe

and your eyes saw me through a kaleidoscope

when elves and ents flickered softly in two dimensions

and goose bumps distracted wandering lips

when private whispers were enough

when love filled the lightest parts of us

when the future was just written word

when we were okay

just being okay together

and when you and me

you and I

spun in circles holding hands in our minds

from across a country's distance

and we were okay

just being okay together...

I suppose it's just hard

at the end of things

to be able to say that I just miss you.

I miss you so much.

and that is okay.

and I am okay.

I'm okay 

I'm okay

I'm okay

I'm okay.

someday the conviction of repetition will soothe the rest, and maybe I'll believe it myself.

I don't want you anymore. 

I just want to miss you.