Romanticizing

 And sometimes “I miss you” just means,

"I am missing from me."

A part of me, that I gave to you.

You tucked it in your pocket. Safe near your heart.

But I wish you wear it on your sleeve, as you stroll through Champs-Elysées.

I could do with the smell of coffee as you pass by the cafes.

Or the dry and woody aroma, as you swirl your wine.

But be careful, as you stagger headily through the cobbled streets.

Don’t drop that piece of me.