I miss

I miss that time when we used to meet,
regardless of the weather conditions,
even for five minutes in the icy wind,
which would push us and slap us on the cheeks,
while we are shaking from the cold and grinning,
like crazy people, which we must have been,
in the eyes of those who rushed past us,
looking for a place to hide in the warmth.

I miss that fire in your eyes,
when we argue and you don't know what to do out of anger,
so you push me and pin me against the wall,
and then you stick your tongue out and kiss me
as if our life depends on that kiss.
Or, when we part with a quarrel,
so after a few days you send a message,
like by mistake or just to ask me something.

I miss the sound of the phone and the message from you,
in the evening while my tired eyes close,
in which I receive your selfies,
and the photos look like they are from an erotic magazine,
which is also the announcement of your arrival.

I miss your mood swings
and all your insufferable personalities.
Well, not all of them, I would skip some.

I really don't know what happened to me, but here it is...
I passed by the place today
where we used to meet regularly,
and then you popped into my mind...
And suddenly...
I miss you...