maybe there is more of an allure in missing someone
than actually having them
when I miss you,
I can imagine the way you make me feel
I can fabricate the rhythm we will have
when we next meet again
in my mind, we groove and we
flow
the responses I think you’ll have to me
are the reactions I’d have to myself
so maybe that’s my fault—
thinking you’d react the same,
and suddenly, when we meet
face to face
that image of you is replaced
and I cannot describe these feelings that surface
in its place—sinking, somewhat
won’t you?
can you?
brittany given. 