If you’d ask me whether I miss you,
I’d say I don’t.
But just sometimes, when I’m looking at the setting sun,
My eyes well up —
And my heart aches for your presence beside me.
But, no, I don’t miss you all the time.
I’m being honest.
Just sometimes when I’m ready to run away from everything
I think of your arms, that I’d want to call home.
But I really don’t miss you,
For life’s busy and life’s fast.
Just sometimes, when time is flying by —
I close my eyes and hope to see you smile.