I don’t miss you.
I miss having fantasies
and the shimmering hope for love.
Sometimes I get mixed up.
-Sept 2019
Poetry
I Miss the Concept of You
I don’t miss you.
I miss having fantasies
and the shimmering hope for love.
Sometimes I get mixed up.
-Sept 2019
Good one. You can still have those, but with a pinch of disillusionment now.
Lovely words and so reflective of reality 💕
This hits the spot for me today.
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Wonderful 🤩
Thank youuu
I know how that feels.
❤️ wish we didn’t
Wonderful. So, so perfectly said!!! Your poetry reminds me of the delightful work by the 1960s poet Richard Brautigan.
“If music be the food of love, play on;. Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,. The appetite may sicken, and so die.”