Do you even miss me? I wonder still,
The nights we talked when the world was still,
The songs we shared when we first talked,
Laughing at jokes we'd never forget.
We'd swap people's stories whispered late at night,
Talk about life 'til the morning light,
That first kiss in your car, under the stars,
An old man watching, from afar.
Do you miss the way we held hands tight,
How I'd lean on your shoulder, just right?
The teasing banter, the playful fights,
The sweet little names you'd call me sometime.
Was it all a lie? I can't help but see,
You don't miss us, or maybe not me.
But guess what? Here's the truth to hold:
I still miss you, not gonna lie, not bold.
Pleasant memories of the good days (and nights) lived with "you".. nice. Occasion rhymes make the poem interesting. Congratulations on Poem Of The Day.5*
I'm sure it was not a lie. Your poem describes True Love perfectly. Unfortunately, sometimes it just doesn't work out. Then love expresses pain. Congrats, Ish, on POD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"I still miss you"