I was going to write something beautiful
something longing and aching and wonderful
But I realized as I tried over and over
and all the words came out too much, too long
The only real way to say it has already been made
You cannot reinvent fire
So I’ll strike the sparks and burn the pages
with the same words a thousand mouths have framed before
I miss you.
And whenever you decide to come back,
I will be here
If you never do,
I will still be here
And it’s taken me a long time to realize,
that either way- that’s okay.
I will be here, either way.
Not for you.
It is okay to miss someone,
and still exist without them.