Not just a memory

I miss being happy

I miss being someone who could make you laugh

Not just a tear from your past

I miss being the warmth in your bed

And not just in the back of your head

I miss always saying “us” or “we”

Now, it’s only “I” or “me”

I know that everyday the sun don’t shine

But when I’m with you I don’t mind

I guess while I’m telling the truth

What I really miss is…..you.

I miss only hearing my name with yours

Or it was always yours and then me

I miss being being part of your plans and not just a memory.