i miss the way i wait everyday for you each morning i miss the way you send me mail though long, or fleeting i miss the way i used to ask you out the way you always say no i miss the way i persevere till finally you'd say yes, moreso i miss the way you make me glad a reason enough to be living i miss the way you make me sad that leads to disbelieving i wish that that i would be the one you'd miss and kiss goodnight but that thought is wishful thinking and probably you're right so i write this prose and a bloody rose probably , a last effort and plead , and come to you, the one who holds my heart.... -may 15 , midnight-