I miss walking and breathing where I first saw
The light of your dark eyes shine so deeply.
I miss seeing the waves of the Arabian Sea
Erase the fractured lines of presumed falsity.

I miss my call and It's fifteen til final Curtain.
I take stage left for my useless performance
I miss the way you and I would spend time
Crash and intertwine.

I don't miss having to go to bed
By eight thirty while you ate my rust
I don't miss having empty pocket and you
Making me worry about company's Anti-Trust.

I don't miss the ice and the freezing wind
Or that firery temper that you use to warm me.
I don't miss having to watch you struggle to
Your feign interests in our occasional friends.
I miss warm Summer weather

Up and down the road, days without end.
I miss the way the Sun would light the
Desert floor of the Grand Canyon.

I miss the edge of the bed, Damn it!,
And am hitting the floor now, friend.
I miss how when I spoke you'd actually listen,
You would always comprehend.

I don't miss playing with the knobs trying
To tune in the twisted stations.
I don't miss the endless futile debates or
One-sided veiled abbreviations.

I don't miss Madonna, Courtney Love, or
Any of those old ladies that are fake.
I don't miss your false and baseless
accusations that your mind would create.

I miss the way you took out your clip
and watching as your hair spills down.
I miss knowing that Space Time was relative
Distance and Lacking just a side-effect.
I miss watching your mouth move with words
or curl to lose a frown and form a smile.
I miss having a bond with Gravity
Head in the clouds keeping me here awhile.

It could be worse, it's true, I guess.
I miss all these things actually, you see.
All except Courtney and "Her Majesty" and
Going to bed so early.

I just make a random list to hide the fact
It's all for you and you are what I need.
So, time between us a means to and end.
In years we'll see it was always to be,
And again it will be. Though courses change
Arabian rivers always reach the Arabian Sea.

One night in the dark I had this epiphany
Call it random, fate, nothing or destiny.
I don't mind if you don't mind, really.
We can be together despite our shame
Separated by Seas with mortal names.

I miss using my voice to say your name.
I don't miss you at all.
I miss the wonder of your body and brain
I don't miss you at all
I miss walking up and down that road in hand
I don't miss you at all
I miss your little feet being buried in sand.

Then as it was.
Then again it will be.
Though the course
May change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea.