I’ve begun to learn what longing means. It’s not the post 2 am missing-
It’s the 8 am
Getting ready to work
And bam!
You long for them
As you shove cereal into your mouth Because you’re late.
Missing is when you stare
At their name on the phone
Knowing they’re probably
Texting that other girl.
Longing is when you don’t care
About your phone
Because no notification would
Bring you happiness
Besides theirs
Even though you’ve muted their chat For a year.
It’s a pit in your stomach
And you want to spill your guts out Because everything hurts,
Because it’s painful
Because you know the truth
That longing won’t bring him back. You may sleep with someone else
But long for the one you love.
And sex won’t be anything
But two bodies
Thinking about different souls. Longing-
That sick feeling
Of just holding onto them.
It isn’t the same as missing-
Missing is wanting to see them, Longing is knowing you probably won’t But your soul still aches for them.
