Part of me thinks I might still be heartbroken,
That I miss you.
But I won’t allow it.
Maybe I’m just lonely
Maybe I just miss what we had,
What you were to me.
I miss how deeply you saw me,
All my little quirks,
You knew me for all that I am.
I miss that feeling.
You taught me what Jane Austen said best,
“I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.”
I just can’t wait to feel that way again,
This time with the right man at the right time.
Jennifer Gioia (C) 2019