The Letter

I want to write a letter and say,

I will miss you,

I've already been missing you,

and I think in the grand scheme of things,

we've always missed each other.

You used to ask me questions,

and never wait for the answer.

You used to give invitations,

then never pick up when I called.

You used to say meet here,

but it aways changed to there.

I kept at it, thinking ...

sooner or later this will become a friendship.

If you weren't packed up and leaving,

we would just keep missing each other,

we would just keep acting as if

there was something to miss.

I loved who we pretended to be.