Missing You Poem by Monique Mendoza

I only miss you on the days that end in 'y'
And Every time I draw a smiling sun
under the dark rainy sky
And whenever Re-walking the streets towards home
seems longer when I'm alone.

I only miss you on the days that end in 'y'
And during Instances when I try making my knuckles sound
and make-believe that the failed pink experiment 626 is to astound.

I only miss you on the days that end in 'y'
and when Keeping up with my squealing mouth feels sublime
and Overnights are never cool
without a picture of us looking like molls.

But you see, other than those times, I don't miss you at all.