I miss you. Which you do I miss, the one in my head;
The one I think you might be
The one I want you to be
The one you are?
I know not.
I miss you. Which you do I miss, the one I let in
The one I let hurt me.
The one I let pain me.
Easy, careless pain, no stranger you are to me,
almost a lover you seem, as you were to me.
I still miss you.
I miss the halves we were.
I miss the halves we could have been.
So right we were that we had to not be.
I miss you.