yabs

I miss not having these thoughts
Endlessly running through my head
I miss the sweet peace of sleep
Without lying awake in contemplation

I miss not having this fear
This lingering threat of betrayal
The secrets hidden
Eventually leading to attraction

Where the innocent gestures
From the course of friendship
Conversations frequent and plain
All heading to what I know is inevitable

I miss truth
I miss honesty
I miss honor
I miss happiness