I miss him today
it’s been a while
I could be crazy around him
Crazy, mad, absolutely insane
I would do extreme things, I would shout
I would cry
My actions were intolerable, absurd
He would still hold my hand
Hold me close
Kiss me lightly, and whisper in my ears
He would still be there.
I miss him today, it’s been a while.
I hope you are happy,
beyond the long lost Nile.
Image credits – here
This poem absolutely sucks. I should be here soon again with something fantastic
question remains though – who do I miss – him or my old crazy self?