When you miss someone, you think of all that happened
Should I have said something then?
Should I have laughed openly at that? And raised hell over this?
It might have caused a fight, you realize, and say
That’s why I didn’t.
But if I had,
I wouldn’t have been left with things that should have been said, but weren’t
Or intensity unexpressed, worse unacknowledged
And the ugly truth, unexposed
And yet, is the truth ever ugly?
Or an emotion not deserving of expression?
You miss someone most when you miss things that didn’t even happen.