Miss

I am missing. I am missing one. One is missing me. Does it really matter? Yes. What is both parties agree? Even better.

Stopping? No.

Love? Perhaps.

I miss. I am missing. Is that your fault or mine? Is there anything either of us can do about it? Probably not.

So, let's miss--miss one, and allow one to miss us, so as to fulfill our selves and hope for something different. Missing means desire is unfulfilled. Missing means we still hope, even when we know hope isn't appropriate. Miss without thinking; miss without reflection. Just miss and don't stop to ask what it means. Time--as it does--will take care of the rest.