Very long poem

To know that I miss you

so much when you leave;

I miss you in every inch of this city,

when I'm alone and lonely,

or when I'm with my company,

yet you nowhere to be seen.

There's plenty of things I'd love you to see,

in every part of the roads, sky, or trees;

Upon the night sky where stars are shining,

when I used to tell you to count with me. 

I picked my pen and write—

of the moon will always remind me of you.

I talk to you over and over, 

even you can't hear me,

for me, nothing has changed;

In every books, food stall, post office,

classrooms, papers, songs, and movies,

everything.

I miss calling your name out loud,

or driving around with the bikes,

strolling around this awful town,

ending up with some decent dishes.

To hold your hands around the museum,

being silly and we laugh aloud, 

gossipping someone we curse,

or perhaps the argue.

"Let's go out this weekend, are you vacant?"

you may ask me,

"Sorry, I have plan with my boyfriend" 

"Oh, isn't it me?" you answer.

I miss you, in every inch, of this city.

Regards,

n.

you'll come back, won't you?

paper town