to miss

[hells_half_acre]

I'd be on the first plane, ordinarily. I'd drive all night just to see that movie with you. I'd fly across an ocean to stand in your living room. If I had the money. I don't. I sit here instead, powerless. "Do you remember that time..."

I remember your smile when I catch you off guard. I remember the energy with which you led me through the bars. I remember your silences that I couldn't break. I remember your tears when nothing went right. Is quiet resignation all that is left for us now?

I always think, that I never appreciate you enough when I have you near, but that's not true. It would be impossible to appreciate you more.

I suppose, what I'm trying to say is that I miss you too.