I would rather just miss the way my name sits on your tongue and lingers, not wanting to leave but dying to be spoken.
I would rather just miss your hands, donned with chipped fingernail polish, caressing my favorite hot chocolate mug as I watch a drop spill onto the carpet.
I would rather just be etched into every idea and thought, swirling and threading my way through your life.
I would rather just miss your body sprawled onto my clean comforter, scrolling through your phone listlessly, completely confident in existing together.
I would rather just miss you because being there is not the same.
Being there is needing to do everything correctly but there is no correct way. I am always wrong. Or a little too late. Or a little too loud. A little too much.
Being there is thinking thoughts so loud I might explode.
So I do
and the shards reopen wounds that I begged to heal.
I love you,
but
I would rather just miss you from here.
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