I don’t miss you.
I don’t miss you.
I miss the way you would make me forget,
that my teeth are not perfectly straight
so that I would smile with a full heart.
I miss learning your alphabet
and the sound of foreign words.
Knowing you would take the time
out of your morning
to tell me to have a good day.
I miss the constant disagreement.
An apple does not
have the same effect as a cup of coffee.
Kissing girls does not
make me bisexual.
Keynes is not
Superior to Friedman.
But who the fuck cares, when it’s all in good fun?
I suppose that against
my best of judgments,
I miss the me
that I used to be
whenever your Aura
would let me see
what lightning is.
wow. some thought…….
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Hey Aisling, I really love this poem. You write beautifully!
I’ve tagged you in the 4 Fact Survey, it’s just a little Q&A so we can get to know everyone better – the link is https://sadaptation.wordpress.com/2016/03/31/4-fact-survey/ if you feel like participating! 🙂
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Thank you! I’ll get around to this straight after my calculus exam 🙂
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