I know now. I now know. I know all about missing.

I get it, after all this time, it got me, more like it, and here I am missing the hell out of you, knowing I always will because that’s what I always do.

Missing you so much I could miss almost anyone who got tangled with me and my missing, and I do. They’re here, all caught up, and I just miss. Still you, them again.

The loving, too, yes, that too misses. It’s not for just anyone, certainly not, but I know love so deep and dear it overflows onto anyone, and anyone’s here so I do.

The sun rises, sets, rises, down again. All day I’ve built a lifetime…

Undone, yes, please undo it.

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About mischa

I write things about stuff, and sometimes stuff about things. Depends on the day.