GENOTYPE

 I miss you

I miss the life that we had

I miss falling asleep on your couch.

I miss you lifting my laptop off my laps, telling me to take a break and save the big brain in my head. 

I miss the weekends when you make those meals, when my beef is almost as big as the tv screen.

I miss those weekdays when you are home from work on a break, and you make us laugh and play.

I know for sure that I miss you.

I miss sitting with you, with pen and papers, my journal and ideas book. I miss you little pecks and big hugs.

I miss your jokes, and your arm.

I miss calling you home.

You were mine and I was your own.

I miss running to you every single discomfort life brought my way.

I miss calling you mine all the way.

I miss you from start to finish,

I miss shaving you.

I miss the way you glance at me.

Your stares says “you are my world”

I miss you, I miss us. 

All this love and it wasn’t good enough to keep us.

I hate that I didn’t ask from the start, that I threw caution in the wind. I hate this genotype thing. 

I hate that it took you from me.

I hate that I have to start again, 

I hate that we had to move far away, to forget each other.

I miss asking “how was your day”?

I miss the kiss you give when you see me in the apartment anytime, any day. 

Six good years and the memory don’t fade away. 

I hate the idea of starting again.

I hate losing you. 

I hate how we loved one another because now it’s so hard to start all over. 

I miss you, I miss you,

Now everything seems too good to come true.

I miss you.

It’s okay, I just miss you.