Truth Be Told in Him

Truth be told, I’ve been thinking of you. I’ve been missing you. However I’ve been trying to figure out in what way do I miss you?

Is it your friendship?
Is it your wit, our good times?
Or do I just miss your touch, your kiss, the way you sex my eyelashes off?

It could be I just miss your arms holding me. Your encouraging words. I can’t quite place it.

I can’t believe I’m still trying to help you keep perspective. You chose her and not me.

We are still connected. I know it. You reach out when you’re in my head, on my heart.

I don’t know what’s going on.
You’ve never needed ice breakers to talk to me. We can still talk. I have a lot inside that is inappropriate to share especially if you’re happy.

Am I over you? More like out of sight out of mind. When we speak, I can curb any feeling I have. Were I to see you face to face, I’d restrain me, but you’d feel it in my hug just as I’m sure I’d feel it in yours.

We’re so dramatic.
I just imagined…ha…
We are so dramatic.