Nights Spent Thinking Of You Weren’t Wasted

I miss him like I know what it’s like

to have him around on a Tuesday evening

in the summer.

At 8pm the sun is still out.

We go on a walk around the block

and nothing we talk about is important

but we laugh the whole way.


I miss him like we have spent more than one

day dancing around the living room to old music.

He pulls me close just to sing the lyrics in my ear.


I miss him like I’ve looked up at the stars

and the universe suddenly doesn’t feel so

hopelessly overwhelming

because he’s there. With him

it’s impossible for my life to feel meaningless.


I miss him like his kiss is the most normal

thing in the world.

I miss him like his hands are meant to touch my body.

I miss him like I love him.



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