Ruminating

Do you still think of me? 

Am I one of those girls that when I’m not around you miss my presence? 

Do you miss my voice? 

Do you miss my face? 

Do you miss the way I talk? 

The softness in my voice that only comes out when we talk? 

Do you miss my stories?

Do you miss the way I call your name? 

Do you miss the mystery that I am? 

The fact that I tell you stuff but you know I’m still hiding something? 

Do you miss my smile? 

Do you miss me?

I ask because it’s been 2 weeks.

I can’t stop thinking about you. 

I’ve tried to control it, 

But I have failed. 

I miss you,

I miss your presence,

I miss your voice,

I miss your face.

I miss the way you talk,

The softness in your voice was natural,

I miss your stories,

I miss the way I call your name. 

I miss the mystery about you,

I wanted to know more but you gave me so little,

You have a beautiful smile (I don’t know if I ever told you this) and I miss it,

I miss my friend.