I Miss You Now
I knew this boy, a lovely one.
My heart began to slow down one day, as we took a stroll together downtown.
I began to blush as his hand brushed against mine.
Somehow, I wished he would hold it.
Saturday came, the days after too, and I longed for him to hold me close.
Yet he continued to act oblivious.
Over the months, he became distant.
Understanding why was hard to me.
Now I'm miles away.
On the first Monday of December I got a phone call.
"Why," I yelled. "didn't you tell me before you left!?"