Yes, I miss, but I miss the old you.
The old you, who bothered for my aches,
The one who stayed up with me till late;
We used to talk about random things till late night,
And went to bed with the memories
of days that were bright.

Yes, I miss, but I miss the old you.
The old you, who wanted to stay
with me throughout the day,
Who promised “I am yours” every second, everyday;
Who’d die to make me smile,
And walked with me without getting tired,
for miles and miles.

I miss the old you, who was the
Apple of my eyes,
Who was the sole love of my life.
You changed and I lost the old you,
Bring him back for once as I don’t need the new you.
The old you is whom I crave for,
As he is my addiction and he is my cure.

- ©️Ana_the_writer