Yearning

The strangest thing is:

I miss arguing with you.

Certainly not as much as I miss

The times we wouldn’t argue…

But still.

The fact of knowing that anything you

Said could make my day, break my week;

Knowing that each word could bring us closer

To understanding one another;

Knowing that we’d make up, and

God,

It was incredible when we did.

I’d like to think we’ve made up already.

I know you well enough to believe we’ve had

The same conversations,

All on our own, and come to forgive one another

If there was anything to forgive.

And I know we’ve made up,

Because when I daydream

We’re crying and smiling and I’m

Holding you.