I Miss having Someone

I miss having someone

Someone who doesn’t have to find me interesting, or find me funny, or even care what I think
And yet he is fascinated by everything I say, and he can’t help the burst of laughter that escapes him every time I make a joke, and he always wants to know my opinion

I miss having someone

Someone who I think I’ve told everything to, and yet he finds new ways to learn even more
Someone I spend hours talking to on the phone and then curse in jest as I fall asleep at my desk
Someone who can make a grasp of my hand feel like the most illicit thrill of all
Someone who can make my entire night simply by being in the same room

I miss having someone
I miss holding hands
I miss kissing
I miss the naughty touching

I miss having someone who can always figure me out, even when I really don’t want him to
I miss having someone who knows all my dreams and fears even better than I do
I miss having someone who knows when to give me my space, and when to hold me so close I feel like he might never let go

I miss having someone

And then I ask myself, ‘how can I miss something I never had?’