It Rains When I Miss You

I thought I had made my peace when we said goodbye But now I miss you on the bus - the full moon floods the window in cream It hangs heavy like the weight of missing pieces in my stomach Maybe next time it’ll rain upside down in sheets of you missing me too And I didn’t think I liked it but I did like feeling your heartbeat fighting back mine Sometimes missing someone is missing an opportunity But I also miss pretending I was above your goofiness (secret smiles are hidden backstage) And I pretended I hated every minute of it to protect unwanted truths And now when I drum my fingers in the bus I can’t not think of you and your movement But I knew from the start I didn’t want you and you didn’t want me We live in carefully cut worlds And my thin threads of wistfulness aren’t enough to stitch them together So I just miss a taste of an undiscovered place