Would it be stupid of me 
to call you up and tell you
I’ve missed the sound of your laughter
and the way you taste like minty toothpaste
when we kiss?

Would it be a waste of my time
to ask to see you once again
because I miss you hold my hands
and laying on your chest
while dozing off to sleep?

Would I just be digging 
myself into a hole,
taking steps back
and ripping open wounds 
in the middle of healing?

But what if I say that I don’t mind.
What if I tell you that
I’ve thought it through
and for you,
I’d hurt a million times over.
For you,
I will wait
a little longer.

- Ming.