I wonder if you ever talk about missing me to anyone.

I remember when we used to talk everyday, I miss that.

Sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.

I wish for you the wisdom to realize that it’s okay to miss something, but not want it back.

I miss you in the maddening noise of crowd,
I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,
I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,
I miss you in your presence inside me,
I miss you in the every breath I take.

I miss you in the maddening noise of crowd,
I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,
I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,
I miss you in your presence inside me,
I miss you in every breath I take.