I Miss You.

I Miss You.

The worst thing about losing you

was your choice to END the dialogue.

Now, I have to smile and pretend that you are:

“Just someone I used to know.”

But my rebellious nature

holds the truth close:

You were always,

more than

just about anyone,

to me.

– conchita.

4 thoughts on “I Miss You.

  1. Raucous says:

    I am really getting into this blog and the mindfulness with which it artistically pushes at the boundaries of sexuality and relationships. I could use this poem in the context of any number of chat dialogues that were stimuating yet ended, The readiness with which incorporeal bonds and affairs of the heart can form online is something that we are only just getting to grips with as a society.

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