I smil'd at you. Though false and strained
On surface, it was true at heart.
I smiled at the bond we'd shared -
Until my whim brought us apart.
I smiled at the way you cared
If cold I felt in autumn wind.
Your eyes those times, I would've sweared,
They had familiar gentle glint.
And when you asked if I had missed you,
I thought of all the restless nights,
The glassy eyes, and how I wished you
Would brush away the "wrong"s and "right"s,
Would do the things I feared doing
And tell the truths I couldn't touch...
I told you then: "The wind is cooling...
Oh, did I miss you? Not that much."