missing poem

because I've had a few requests, here is a poem about home. or about everyone I like. same thing. it's about you. and it's sappy. (it really is). hopefully it's also kind of cute though.
it isn't meant to be sad. it's meant to be nice.

it is called

Missing poem

or

Because the odd and unfortunate truth is you can’t hold a hole.


Some days I miss.
I miss you,
all
us
Not like keys you can’t find
But like a hole in my heart
Like a empty place

And I wonder why we didn’t take more pictures
Or make more stories
Of all the times we spent together.

And I know it was because we were too busy
Actually living
And genuinely loving
And really laughing
And doing all sorts of other things that begin with L.
Maybe things beginning with other letters too.
Things that kept us busy
And really happy
And breathing

But I hate that I can’t tell the story of how we spent our time
I can’t remember all our jokes
And all the things I saw when I sat back and watched you all interact with each other
And all our conversations
And all our silences

So comfortable with each other
Sitting close together
Or throwing things from across the room
Like paper balls, and shoes, and glances

What were you doing all those times
when I stood there
and thought that I felt exactly the way I want to feel all my life?

And I know how the word love makes you uncomfortable
And you know how I think that’s really lame
Because love is what it was
And it was really good
Maybe the only good thing ever

So I’ll say it and someday I hope you do too
It was love
the real kind of love
such I like who you are love
a sort of still, calm love in a maddening, spinning world
love love love love love (ha!)
Maybe the only good thing ever
in all the world.

But I want you to remind me
that it was constant
and full
So full of liking and loving and content that it wasn’t even comfortable
It was like thanksgiving
with our hearts stretched like stomachs after eating way too much food
until we could barely walk
Because you can’t say no to something that good
That available
That free
And we just sit around being happy
delighting in each other
And oh gosh I can’t eat another bite

But then we did

Abundantly content
Painfully and blissfully and comfortably accepting
And real
like an old pair of jeans

and everything I wish I had proof of
better proof
like more pictures
or videos
something I can hold in my hand

something other than the missing.




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