The Missed

It wasn't just my imagination, it was ours.
Yours and mine are these daydreams,
Delusions and memories blurred into one
Portrait of the (be)loved, fading into
The intricacies of our creative non-fiction.
Open your eyes, or open mine.
Look at me, stare (at you) blankly.

I miss missing you. I miss missing you miss me.

All because I missed. All because we missed.

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Photo by Hija Del Sol