I wish I could tell you that I miss you,
That I secretly wish it was you calling me on my phone,
That you think of me as I think of you often,
That I could see you now and hold your hand
And walk together and talk about silly stuff that would make me giggle.
But then…I also wish that
I wouldn’t miss you as much,
Wouldn’t think of you as much,
Or wouldn’t long for you as much.