And most of the time I don’t think I miss you.
I wake up and I don’t miss you
I eat breakfast (black coffee and a bagel) and don’t miss you
I go to work, make spreadsheets and pay the bills and I don’t miss you.
but then I go home
and you’re not standing in the kitchen making pasta
and you don’t smile when you see me walk through the door
because you’re not there.
so I eat dinner by myself (not pasta because you made the best pasta and mine tastes like shit) and I miss you
I watch another episode of the show we started watching together and I miss you
I go to bed early because I feel sad and lonely and broken, but I can’t sleep, because you’re not lying next to me, and I actively, with every piece of my soul, miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.
and then the next morning I wake up
and I don’t miss you.
- Words by Dizzy Daisy