with each bus and train ride that has never felt so lonely even with the good company i'm blessed with,
imissyou.
with each shopping trip that is excused for retail therapy,
imissyou.
with each pigging out session that i indulge in to kill this sorrow,
imissyou.
with each lighted stick till the tip of the filter,
imissyou.
with each mouthful of the sweet-sour wine that warms this broken heart,
imissyou.
with each click-clack of my fingers that runs across the keyboard,
imissyou.
with each falling leave that i watch swirling to the ground,
imissyou.
with each frown from them and myself that i even think of you still,
imissyou.
it's undeniably true no matter how much i dont want to,
i miss you.
and please, let this be the last mention of you.