I miss her,
but she's neither my girlfriend,
nor my wife.
I miss her,
not because I 'love' her
or because she's my 'life',
but because she means something in my life.
I miss her,
not for her body,
but for her warmth,
and her comfort,
and her personality.
I miss her,
so much indeed,
I wrote this poem.
I wish she knows how much I care.
I miss her,
my bestie.
It's been so long since we last met.
Oh!
How I miss you...