Thoughts on missing you

I think I miss you.

At the beginning I thought I miss the idea of you,

but the days pass and its a bit harder to know who I miss,

you or the ghost of you.

I like to know I’m still in your mind

as you’re still in mine.

even tho I feel guilty to be thinking of you.

It’s not everyday and not all the time,

but in those little moments,

where the smallest of details remind me of you,

and just you.

I’m letting you go,

which is funny as I never really had you.

How do I miss someone who was never truly mine?

Maybe it has always been the idea of you,

and maybe you never liked me the way I liked you.

I guess it is something I’ll never know,

if you think of me,

as I think of you,

in those tiny moments,

late at night,

early in the morning,

in a room full of people,

or on a Sunday afternoon

those tiny moments where I do miss you.