Maybe, idk

I miss going out with you

Staying up all night staring at the stars with you

I miss when being with you was all there was to do

Now I look at the moon and wonder if you look at her

too

I miss me holding you

Waking up on your pillow, not knowing which toe

was whose

I miss making out with you

Your breath on my neck while I tried to take off my

shoes

I miss you

At least I think I do

because maybe I don’t miss you

And what I miss is the whole story I made up of you

when there was just us two.