Rhapsody

Maybe one day,

I will write again,

For someone else,

And maybe then,

I will miss you a little less,

Than today and every other day,

When I try my best,

To not simply write your name,

Again and again and again,

As a poetry,

And send it to you,

Asking, if you know,

Who I've written that for,

Or why for that matter.

Maybe, one day,

I will write it,

Without you knowing,

Of its existence,

Or mine.